Dear Ma & Da,
I am very well, I hope you are too. How are things on the farm? Tell the brothers I said hello and I'm having a great time on holiday.
I was a bit slow settling down because you're forced to lie in until 6am, then all you do before breakfast is make your bed, shine your boots and clean your clothes - No cows to milk, no calves to feed, no feed to stack, nothing. The showers are good as they're indoors and there's hot water - and even a light to see what you’re doing. The food's OK, but no pig's face and not enough cabbage at breakfast and you don't get fed again until noon, but by that time all the city boys are banjaxed because we've been on what they call a 'route march', a bit like walking into town for your ciggies.
Sean and Pat will die laughing, but they keep giving me medals for shooting!! I don’t know why because the targets don't move or shoot back and you don't even have to load your own cartridges – they give you full boxes for nothing! Sometimes we wrestle, but I have to be very careful with the city boys because they break easy. Turns out I'm not a bad boxer either - I only got beaten once by this big fella from Cork, but they use him as a tank most days.
All in all, I can't complain about Army life - tell the boys to get in quick before the jobs are all gone.
Your loving daughter,
Just because I'm paranoid, it doesn't mean they're not out to get me