I asked my son to tell me a story about his time in Iraq. He told me that as the Christmas season approached, they would get a few packages packages marked "Any soldier" - they figured that included Grunts, so mail call was something to look forward to. One day the mail truck pulled up to their little COP and shoved a mess of boxes out into the mud before hauling ass. One of his squad grabbed a big box and laughed all the way to their hooch. With that big a box, why it had to be full of cookies, or jerky, any number of goodies. When opened, the box held a plastic Christmas tree, strings of LED lights and (thank goodness) a few batteries. NO food. By the time they had it opened, the rest of the boxes - and goodies, were long gone. So, bigger is not always better! They we living in a bombed out house, with one room still mostly intact - both rain and light tight. So, they set up the tree, then chipped in to make a trip to the local village to buy some nan and fixing for chai tea With their little kero wick heater to make hot tea, they sat and watched the lights blink away while the world went on without them - sharing their Christmases of past. So today, we still send packages to FPOs in the zone, but always filled with eats! You have any fun Christmas stories to share?