Letter To A Military Trainer

Hello Mother, military camp is going just fine. The trainer I have is great and has enforced the rules well and clearly. I am taught to withstand pain, answer in a few words, only speak when I am spoken to, respect elders, obey orders, and eat little. We also can steal food, but if caught then we will be wipped. We play games at camp too. You are allowed to bite, punch, and kick. Not all the games we play are rough as that though. If we give up and run then were called coward and we would get in trouble. The sleeping brackets are not as comfy as the ones at home, but I’ll live. They send us one at a time into the woods to live without food. I would have to scavenge or steal. Well, nothing else is new around here.
How is it going
at home? Is the new baby a boy or girl and did it survive? Say, has Dad been to any more wars lately? He is fifty now isn't he? Ten more years ‘till he retires right? How are my seven siblings doing. Are the girls helping you run the house and keeping fit? How about my eight step siblings? How are they doing fine? How are you doing? Are the slaves taking care of all the housework for you? I will keep sending you letters, because I will be staying here for a while. I am out of questions for you, I think. I will wait patiently for your letter. Good bye.