Mail arrived on Tuesday, third time in 4 days. One of the NCO’s comes in and announces, “Hey, mail’s here. We’ve got a lot of it” and looking at me, “and sir, you got a lot of mail.
“Did I get 50 boxes?”
“What? No! Why would you get 50 boxes in the mail?”
“I have this little side project thing going. How many boxes arrived for me today?”
“A lot. Like, maybe a dozen.” (13 actually)
“Tell me when I get 50 boxes in a day. That’d be a lot of mail.”
He turns to another guy. “You hear this? He thinks he’s going to get 50 boxes in a day. Remember before Christmas, when Smitty was getting all that mail?”
So I ask, because I remember when that happened. It even made the press. “How many boxes did Smitty get in the mail?”
“I don’t, but it was a lot.”
“Like how many?”
“Oh, it was tons. Like, maybe 100.”
“What?” he asks. “How many boxes do you think you’ll get?”
“Five hundred.” It was the first time I had used that number with my outside voice. And I gotta admit, it produced a holy crap look on just about everyone’s face.
And I kid you not — the thought that was running through my head right then about the 100-box guy was, He probably does know any knitters.
The update from today is both that 13 bundles arrived (including some from Europe!), but also that we made some progress on the larger, overall project. One of the core units at my base that also just arrived, enthusiastically agreed to get involved. Which means that after me and my unit leave, the mechanisms may well be in place for this overall, larger project to continue on. Enduring. Which I love, especially as we move closer to the end of 2011 and the withdrawal of US forces. I am hoping our work now pays dividends for the rest of the time.