You know, reading these posts reminded me so much of my Air Force days.
I don't know if I saw it on tv or read it here, but somewhere someone said that Mail-Call is the best time of the day for inmates. It was exactly like that when I was in the service. The first letter I ever got as an Airman was one my dad sent while I was in boot camp. I was so glad to get it I felt like crying.
Anyway, I remember one Christmas when I was on an overseas tour. Mom and Dad had sent me a few gifts, but I'd opened them way before Christmas. So when Christmas Eve came, it dawned on me that Christmas would really just be an ordinary day for me. I'd just got to that base a little past Thanksgiving, so I hadn't made any real friends yet. I made sure I went to my mailbox that day, since it would be closed on Christmas.
I expected my box to be empty (it usually was) but there were three envelopes inside. Walking back to my building, I noticed the return addresses were from the states, but not from my state. So when I got to my room, I sat at my desk and opened them. They were from people I didn't even know, and they wanted nothing more than to wish me a happy Christmas. I remember I thought -- upon opening the first envelope -- that I'd never seen a more beautiful Christmas card in all my life.
Another card had one of those letters folks put into their Christmas cards, you know, telling all about their family (just the admirable parts, though, they read more like some bizarre family resume' or something... ) Anyway, I loved reading it, and I just read it over and over. It reminded me of why I was there, who I was representing and defending. It felt awesome that they thought enough of me to allow me into their family's life, and I loved them for that.
The last one was the best. It was part of an elementary school assignment, to write to a soldier overseas without his/her family. This kid... this young boy wrote a letter I'll never forget and I'll never throw away. It was the way he worded things, he was so brutally honest... I sat in that room by myself and just laughed out loud at this masterpiece of a letter. He had this fear that Santa was going to bring socks... he must've gotten a lot of socks in previous years, because he really wasn't up for getting more of them. He'd drawn an American flag in crayon at the bottom, and beside that was: "P.S.: Thank you." I will always, always have that letter and I often wonder how it's writer is getting along in life...
So from experience, I gotta say they SO do appreciate getting mail. And a pen pal would probably be welcomed, particularly for people who are away from their families (or just don't have families.)
Sorry this was so long. Editing is not my strong suit, believe that. And for anyone pen-pal-ing with a soldier, keep doing it, it makes all the difference in the world. Remaining
Your Friend,
TJ