They don't have mail call out in the field like you'd think. If we all gathered round he sarge to receive your mail we'd probably be attacked. It would be an ideal time to do so, with all of us clustered together in one big, easy target. So one or more guys distributed the goodies. Just as receiving mail will boost your spirits, absence of mail will, over a long period of time, dramatically lower your morale. This is particularly true if you're expecting something. You start getting jealous of guys who get mail, especially if they are receiving it on a constant basis. I've seen two guys exchange heated words because one was extremely happy about hearing from his girl, while the other hadn't heard from home in weeks. Enough said.
Franklin D. Miller Carolinian
Source
Hearing From Home, p. 23
- work
- Reflections of a Warrior (1991)
- year
- 1991
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- p. 23
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“They don't have mail call out in the field like you'd think.…” Franklin D. Miller. Carolina Quotes, record CQ-A22A6F3A09. https://carolinaquotes.com/quote/a22a6f3a09
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