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Letters From A Warrior
P.S. Mom, I Love You

by Dale E. Dallman

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“Letters From A Warrior, P.S. Mom, I Love You” is a captivating true story full of adventure and self-discovery. It is portrayed with a relentless wit that offers an intimate glimpse into the world of the US Marine Corps Boot Camp in 1960. This is all done through the eyes of a young man who trades his small-town roots in Minot, North Dakota for the thrilling and challenging life of a Marine.

Through a series of unapologetically honest and unintentionally humorous letters to his mother, the author shares his unvarnished experiences as a naive 18-year-old navigating the tribulations of boot camp. With the specter of his seemingly menacing drill instructors looming large, this young man’s quest for a life beyond his hometown quickly becomes a rollercoaster of exhilaration, fear, and personal growth.

Witness the author’s transformation from a small-town boy to a dedicated warrior as he overcomes adversity and learns invaluable lessons about courage, resilience, and the true meaning of strength. From his first day at the MCRD to his thrilling new beginning in Hawaii, this unforgettable memoir stands as a testament to the power of determination and the indomitable spirit of youth.

What inspires you?

Inspire! Wow, what a word!  GOD inspires me!  The Sun in the morning, the moon at night! The smell of the snow, the breath of a woman! The very fact that I woke up this morning! I don’t have standard boiler plate answers!

I am inspired to write by my fellow Marines.  Each is a brother, no color other than green!  They encourage me to tell the real stories!  No sugar coating, not hiding the bad stuff.  I belong to several military sites.  I put tidbits out for response!  They come back with praise, arguments, laughs, corrections, but they are always at my side! Now I have to admit that the language from the US Marines is colorful, and I try to clean it up, but it still falls on my Publisher, Traci Wooden to monitor! 

I was inspired to write the new book “LETTERS FROM A WARRIOR P.S. Mom, I Love You” by two buddies who were in the Marines with me. We had death bed conversations! I sat there with one as he drew his last breath. His very last words were “Dallman, you got to write this book. I won’t get to read it. I will be dead, but do it for our kids and grandkids.”  I was also inspired by a find I made in Minot, North Dakota! The family home was destroyed by the flood of 2011. It was actually swept away by the river. I returned to the land and found a trunk about fourteen feet up in a tree.  The faded letters that I had sent home from Marine Corps bootcamp were in there!  I used each letter to set up a chapter! My brother told me that my mom would gather up my brothers and the neighbors and read each letter to them.  That is what inspired me to dedicate that book to EVERY mom, who got a flag back instead of their son or daughter! That is inspiration!

I am inspired by the history of the old west! I was friends with Harry Jackson, the artist from Cody, Wyoming. I haunted the museums in Montana, Wyoming, North and South Dakota. I spent hours in the L.A. Huffman Gallery in Miles City, Montana. I used the experiences to write my next book, “THE WHITE BUFFALO” and used the towns as the names of the characters. I got intimate with the real Montana, Wyoming. Nothing is more inspiring than sitting on a Mountain, Crik running past your feet, favorite dog, fishing pole with no bait on it! 

I wrote a good portion of “THE WHITE BUFFALO” in a cabin located in the Big Horn Mountains close to Lodge Grass, Montana, where at night, it was so quiet you could hear a fly and it sounded like a plane! It was twelve miles in, on horseback. The door with scratches left by the hungry bear that tried to get the bacon slab. The water, fresh and cold, ran into the cabin through an old steel pipe! Now that is inspiration!!

I worked in the car business to write the book that Traci Wooden has in production “THE FEMALE CAR BUYING ANIMAL”. I recount episodes from dealerships in Montana, Washington, Germany. I watched the manipulations the dealers used, BUT–I paid particular attention to the way they treated women. Both the female salespeople and the women buyers! I was inspired to write the book because of the arrogance of the owners. I was inspired by one woman who came in to buy a new Corvette. I watched the salesman belittle her, hit on her and tell her to bring her husband or boyfriend in! It inspired me to try to try to help the “FEMALE CAR BUYING ANIMAL” level the playing field!

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE don’t ever send me anything but mail. DO NOT SEND FRUIT, CANDY, NUTS, POPCORN, or anything other than paper! Only paper letters. Don’t even put perfume on the letters. PLEASE. Tell anyone who knows me not to send anything. Tell Peggy not to bake me anything, PLEASE! 

Vacky and a guy from Chicago got packages today at mail call. Vacky got a big box of fudge from his girl, and the guy from Chicago got popcorn balls. The D.I. made each go into the Quonset and get his galvanized bucket. He had them run to the head, fill the buckets with hot water and run back. He made them go three times because they kept spilling the water. He then took a box of salt and dumped half in each bucket. The street in front of our Quonsets is pretty long. 

The D.I. had a recruit stand at each end. One with the water bucket, the other holding the sweets. They had to run to the one with the sweets, eat as much as they could, run to the guy with the water and drink as fast as they could. They had to keep this up until all was gone. They started throwing up right away! It just got worse.

We start bayonet training pretty soon. The D.I. said each of us would try to stick him with our bayonet. He said if we missed, he was going to stick us. 

I think he is nuts!

One time I want to get out of here, the next time I wouldn’t quit if I had to. I can’t believe I am starting to like being in the Marines. We really are the best. 

We went to a parade and the Navy and Army were there. They march like a bunch of pansies. They have no pride.

LOVE, DALE

Dale E. Dallman, Senior was born on a hot dry day in Britton, South Dakota, just off the Sisseton Indian Reservation, east of Lake Tewaukon, because that was the closest hospital. His relatives all worked for the railroad and/or farmed near Fort Ransom, Cayuga, and Rutland, North Dakota. When his father got the chance to quit farming and transfer to the railroad they moved to Minot, North Dakota where Dale attended grade school at Sunnyside and graduated high school at Minot High.

After Dale and a few of his friends got themselves into trouble towards the end of their senior year, a nice judge “suggested” that he and several of his acquaintances join the United States Marine Corps. The formation of the “NODAK PLATOON” made the timeline fit. The Marines took him to San Diego, California, Hawaii, Asia, and back to San Francisco, California. He grew up fast in the Marines. One of his buddies stuck with him after they were discharged and the two followed each other off and on through life.

His first real job after the service was in Billings, Montana with Brown & Williamson Tobacco Co. as a road salesman.  This led to other road salesman positions with the American Greetings Company and the Bristol Myers Drug Company.  He ventured into real estate, casinos, auto sales, RV sales, which took him to Wyoming, North Dakota, and South Dakota. He became a deputy sheriff in California for a while, then traveled on to Washington, Arizona, Virginia, Germany, and Colorado, to name a few.

Today, Mr. Dallman lives in the South with his wife Cassandra Dallman, a professional photographer and singer out of Atlanta, Georgia.  He enjoys and continues to take great pride in his children and their offspring.  

This book is neither his first nor last written work so please check back to see upcoming books from Dale E. Dallman.

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