Originally Posted by virtuouswoman88
I was deployed last year and we could get packages and I must say, they really really really made us feel special. To think that people actually take the time out to send us things puts a smile on our faces. It's like we do so much to serve our country and there are some people who do not care, or some who never get a chance to even tell us thank you. But, when we get these packages it really makes us feel great, because its people doing things for us out of the goodness of our hearts and not looking for anything in return, we got soo many packages it was awesome! So, to those who are sending packages and have ever sent a package THANK YOU!!!
I'll second that.
Christmas, 1970. I was on a little hilltop OP with about a dozen other guys in a dreadful little place called Antenna Valley, which was SW of Danang, South Vietnam. It was drizzling and overcast as the monsoons had not yet ended. The temps were probably in the 70's, but felt much colder. We were pretty much isolated up there on our little hill, though we could see our little firebase down below. It didn't seem much like Christmas as thoughts of home were not far away and we were in a very, very hot area. The preceding weeks had seen a lot of contact and some casualities.
There wasn't much going on war-wise because there was a Christmas truce in place which was pretty much holding in that area. Because of that truce, about noon a chopper came in bringing us the first hot chow we'd had in about a month. I guess that was the Army's way of saying, "Merry Christmas," and it was appreciated. As they kicked off the mermite cans of food, they also threw out a big, red mail bag, then departed, leaving us all alone.
We went through the bag and dispersed the mail. In addition to whatever letters we got from home, each man recieved at least one "any soldier" package. Mine had a few things in it which I could use, such as a writing tablet, some ink pens and pencils and some chewing gum. There were other things which I could not use, like re-usuable bottle caps, but that's not what was important. Somebody remembered we were still there. Somebody still cared. In spite of the fact that most of America had turned against the war and in spite of the fact that most people back home had no direct contact with the war, somebody hadn't forgotten and that little package made all the difference in the world to a small group of lonely soldiers. Suddenly, it really was Christmas!
I still recall who the package was from: A West Baton Rouge, LA garden club. Was it really all that important? You tell me. If I can remember who sent it nearly 40 years later, I think that speaks for itself, don't you?