Those letters from kids are priceless. When I was in the Navy, my mom decided to send me a little bit of home. In New England, when it starts to get cold at night, it's apple harvest time. So my mom crammed a bunch of apples in a cardboard box and mailed them to me. I didn't know anything about that, until I was ordered to report to the mail room, NOW!!!!!! There was this dripping, crushed, soggy, smelly crumpled box of almost apple sauce. I was ordered to get it out of the mail room, like yesterday. The juices ran down my uniform, I had to have it cleaned. While all the guys loved packages from home, I was always scared of what my mom sent.