[... from the mother of a Marine in Iraq ...]
“My son told me how wonderful the care packages we had sent them from the ladies’ auxiliary were, and wanted me to tell everyone thank you.
He said that one guy we’ll call Marine X, got a female care package by mistake, and everyone was giving him a hard time. My son said, “Marine X got some really nice smelling lotion and everyone really likes it, so every time he goes to sleep they steal it from him.” I told my son I was really sorry about the mistake, and if he wanted, I would send Marine X another package. He told me not to worry about Marine X because every time I send something to him, he shares it with Marine X.
He said that when I sent the last care package, Marine X came over to his cot, picked up the box, started fishing through it, and said, “What’d we get this time?”
But my son said they had the most fun with Marine X’s first package. He said he wasn’t sure who it was supposed to go to, but the panties were size 20, and he said one of the guys got on top of the Humvee and jumped off with the panties over his head and yelled, “Look at me, I’m an Airborne Ranger!”
One of the guys attached the panties to an antenna and it blew in the wind like a windsock. He said it entertained them for quite awhile. Then of course they had those tampons. When he brought this up, my imagination just went running, but he continued.
My son said they had to go on a mission and Marine X wanted the Chap-Stick and lotion for the trip. He grabbed a bunch of the items from his care package and got in the Humvee. As luck would have it he grabbed the tampons too, and my son said everyone was teasing him about “not forgetting his feminine hygiene products.”
He said things went well for a while, then the convoy was ambushed and a Marine was shot. He said the wound was pretty clean, but it was deep. He said they were administering first aid but couldn’t get the bleeding to slow down, and someone said, “Hey! Use Marine X’s tampons!” My son said they put the tampon in the wound. At this point in the letter, my son profoundly told me, “Mom, did you know that tampons expand?”
They successfully slowed the bleeding until the guy got better medical attention. When they went to check on him later, the surgeon told them, “You guys saved his life. If you hadn’t stopped that bleeding he would have bled to death.” My Son said, “Mom, the tampons sent by the ladies’ auxiliary by mistake saved a Marine’s life.”
At this point I asked him, “Well, what did you do with the rest of the tampons?”
He said, “Oh, we divided them up and we all have them in our flak jackets, and I kept two for our first aid kit.”
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