Eric's in Blue Phase now, the final phase of Basic Training, with only 3 weeks to go before graduation. (THANK YOU LORD!!!)
He is still loving it! In the next 3 weeks he will work with grenades and rocket launchers, go on bivouac, and go on 10k and 15k marches in full gear.
He passed his M16 marksmanship test on the first try, though he wanted to score higher (he doesn't want anybody to do better than he!).
He's enjoying being in the PT stud room with only 4 guys and says he sleeps better there.......wonder why? He still thinks the food is good, and is getting more homesick, but says that knowing that he'll see us in three weeks makes it OK. He's also still involved in Bible studies with some of the guys, and was going through Romans with a 27 year old friend who hadn't read a Bible since he was a kid.
I know that you'll forgive my pride when I say.....God is going to use this young man in a mighty way! He is so thrilled to be where God wants him to be, and would like continued prayer for protection against the language and sexual jokes, for the guys he's sharing Christ with, and for him to be used by God in the next few weeks.
Thank you for your prayers!!! You are faithful friends, and I thank God for each of you!!
Eric stays in my prayers ..... as do his mom and dad!
*hugs*
Mr. and Mrs. Braithwaite Backus,
Bald Buzzard Ridge
Mountainville,
RFD 2
Dear Ma and Pa:
Am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Army beats working for Old Man Minch a mile. Tell them to join up quick before maybe all the places are filled.
I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m. ( ! ) but am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot and shine some things -- no hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing. You got to shave, but it is not bad in warm water. Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, beef, ham steak, fried eggplant, pie and regular food. But tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit between two city boys that live on coffee. Their food plus yours holds you till noon, when you get fed.
It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much. We go on "route marches," which, the Sgt. says, are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it is not my place to tell him different. A "route march" is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys all get sore feet and we ride back in trucks. The country is nice, but awful flat.
The Sgt. is like a schoolteacher. He nags some. The Capt. is like the school board. Cols. and Gens. just ride around and frown. They don't bother you none.
This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don't know why. The bull's-eye is near as big as a chipmunk and don't move. And it ain't shooting at you, like the Higsett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. you don't even load your own cartridges. They come in boxes.
Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellows get onto this setup and come stampeding in.
Your loving son,
Zeb
P.S. Speaking of shooting, enclosed is $200 for barn roof and ma's teeth. The city boys shoot craps, but not very good. - Z.
OWF, In three weeks... The boy you watched get on that bus, headed for boot camp, will come home a man. He will go far because of the fine upbringing you and Mr. OWF provided for him.
God Bless the OWF family