Boxes From Home Mean Christmas Is Early In Afghanistan

Friday, November 12th 2010, 2:31 pm
By: News 9

Heather Bennett, News 9 Contributor
Oklahoma Airman Serving In Afghanistan


There's nothing better than sitting on post, fighting the sleep monster, when your area supervisor rolls up and shouts, "Bennett, get down here and get your package." It's like Christmas every time! That trip down three flights of stairs to the bottom of the tower may be the fastest I move out here. I even surprise myself at the rate of speed I travel. I think gravity may have something to do with it.

I regain my composer (Sister, you know how it's done) and snatch the package out of his hands, accompanied by a dance (like the one you do when you have to pee, one of those dances).

Headed up the stairs, I want to move as fast as I did coming down, but the extra weight of my gear keeps me from clearing steps, so I really just stumble all the way to the top.

Now the fun part, tracking down a knife to cut through the dang label! Not the tape. The shipping label always seems to be on the seams of the box, so you can't just rip the tape.

Now that it's open, I kind of just sit there and take it all in, not really sure of where to start. Do I pull out the poster of the dinosaur first, or the trail mix? Maybe the coloring book? It really doesn't matter. I rip through it like a 7-year old on Christmas morning who has way too many presents. The first thing gone is the beef jerky. For some reason, it gets eaten as a meal, not as a snack. Then, it's the candy. The mice usually eat more of my candy than I do.

Long story short, we all love getting packages because even if I don't get one and my roommates do, it's still as if I got one. Because of the bond between us, we can't help but share. You'd better believe Jess is wearing my socks right now, because she's out and I just got some in from my mom. Thanks mom!