Getting mail is a huge event! Guys line up outside the door of the orderly room daily to check to see if they’ve received a card or a letter. After a 16 hour flying day, the first stop is the mail room. The Second is chow. The third is the beer tent.
Since our address is the squadron, all mail comes to the unit, and the girls in the orderly room sort it alphabetically and post it in some shelves in their office. We have one shelf for packages, and another for cards and letters.
We’re only gone for 30 days, but we have guys coming in every day looking for a card or a letter… anything that connects them to their loved ones back home. I sometimes feel for the poor orderly room folks. There are guys who come in (usually very old, crotchety Reservists) complaining their card or letter hasn’t shown up yet, as if the orderly room has any control over who sends what to whom, and how fast it arrives 6800 miles away.
I actually got a package in the mail the other day!!! Unbelievable! And from the most unexpected source: one of the Nav’s in the squadron sent a Cinco de Mayo package complete with salsa, chips and Margarita mix! He had these funny sayings all over the package, decorate by his kids, and in the side he tapped the opening over and over with a placard to the local inspectors telling them to lay off and get their own chips and salsa… except he used a bit more colorful language…
We’ll stop flying in two days, so I’ll keep it till then and then share it with the guys. We’ve got to find some things to do to kill time. A Cinco de Mayo party should be fun! The local “BX” has chips, so we can get a lot more people involved. Sure was a thrill to get the e-mail telling me a package had arrived!
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