DAY 11: Mail Call

Tue, 6 September 2005

Headed down to the military post office to pick up our mail. Each day of the week, a different squadron within the camp is tasked to pick up the mail. So, for my first time I’m thinking the amount will be a few letters and maybe some boxes. When I see our bin, I’m floored. It’s got boxes stacked all the way up to the ceiling! God, how am I going to lug all this stuff by myself back to the camp? After loading 3 large bins-worth of boxes, the pickup is completely full. I head back to camp and just before unloading I have to show a few of my coworkers the amount of mail I just picked up – their eyes are huge in amazement. But, even more flabbergasting is not just the amount, but the type of mail as well. Sitting on top of the heap was a guitar case – yes, you read it right – a guitar someone had mailed to a member here. I had to take a picture, because some folks didn’t believe it. Wow, now I’ve seen it all!