Letter to Mum and Dad from a member of the Australian army


Regular Member
Apr 19, 2009

A letter from a kid from Eromanga to Mum and Dad. (For Those of you not in the know, Eromanga is a small town, west of Quilpie in the far south west of Queensland )

Dear Mum & Dad,

I am well. Hope youse are too. Tell me big brothers Doug and Phil that the Army is better than workin' on the farm - tell them to get in bloody quick smart before the jobs are all gone! I wuz a bit slow in settling down at first, because ya don't hafta get outta bed until 6am. But I like sleeping in now, cuz all ya gotta do before brekky is make ya bed and shine ya boots and clean ya uniform. No bloody cows to milk, no calves to feed, no feed to stack - nothin'!! Ya haz gotta shower though, but its not so bad, coz there's lotsa hot water and even a light to see what ya doing!

At brekky ya get cereal, fruit and eggs but there's no kangaroo steaks or possum stew like wot Mum makes. You don't get fed again until noon and by that time all the city boys are buggered because we've been on a 'route march' - geez its only just like walking to the windmill in the back paddock!!

This one will kill me brothers Doug and Phil with laughter. I keep getting medals for shootin' - dunno why. The bullseye is as big as a bloody possum's bum and it don't move and it's not firing back at ya like the Johnsons did when our big scrubber bull got into their prize cows before the Ekka last year! All ya gotta do is make yourself comfortable and hit the target - it's a piece of piss!! You don't even load your own cartridges, they comes in little boxes, and ya don't have to steady yourself against the rollbar of the roo shooting truck when you reload!

Sometimes ya gotta wrestle with the city boys and I gotta be real careful coz they break easy - it's not like fighting with Doug and Phil and Jack and Boori and Steve and Muzza all at once like we do at home after the muster.
Turns out I'm not a bad boxer either and it looks like I'm the best the platoon's got, and I've only been beaten by this one bloke from the Engineers - he's 6 foot 5 and 15 stone and three pick handles across the shoulders and as ya know I'm only 5 foot 7 and eight stone wringin' wet, but I fought him till the other blokes carried me off to the boozer.

I can't complain about the Army - tell the boys to get in quick before word gets around how bloody good it is.

Your loving daughter,



Senior Member
May 25, 2009
She will make a mighty fine soldier, but a bloody bad commander.


Regular Member
Apr 20, 2009
I have been to my Uncle Shaji's (well, not my real uncle, he's the guy who married my Mother's sister) rubber estate. Its not as bad as a farm, but you have to work your butt off. I have always thought of myslef kinda tough, but its only when i worked there a couple of times did i realise how much of a pansy i was compared to Shaji Uncle and the workers there.

The estate is huge and looks like a forest. You have to

water the saplings that were just planted,
put fertiliser,
sweep off all the leaves to put in the compost,
till the land where the new saplings will be planted (i went during planting season),
cut down the old trees that no longer give enough rubber, making sure that tree doesn't fall on the new saplings ( this is done once in a blue moon),
clear weeds,
cut slits into the trees at the right place, the right way to harvest the rubber,
change the container that collects the rubber when its full (you have to monitor it every hour)
etc, etc, etc.

And Shaji Uncle says life in the rubber estate is a breeze compared to the rice farm or cattle farm!

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