A buddy of mine is in Afghanistan right now and I like to send him care packages every once and a while. Meet George. I know, I know good name right? Please excuse his creeper ‘stache. I’m chalking it up to being in the middle of no where.
I met George the summer of 2005 while I was working at Virginia Tech. I was running rugby drills half ass attempting to stay in shape for the coming Fall. Out of no where here comes George and some other rugby guys. Let’s just say my half ass attempt went to a full ass attempt trying to keep up with them. That Fall I went from a Loose Prop to an Outside Center.
Anyway, that’s how I met George. After VT he decided to up and join the Marines. Even though we are a Navy family, I like to send George care packages when he’s on tour. It’s what friends do.
This last package I sent was a little late for Christmas but it arrived safe and sound. I shoved as much shit in this box as I could. There was the normal cleaning supplies, Kleenex, hand sanitizer and such. There was a bunch of food, cookies, crackers and the much requested Twizzlers. A movie, magazine and goodness. I included miniature bows on everything and tucked notes on almost everything.
It’s not any fun being away from family during the holidays, so you have to make sure they know how much they are missed!