My son had a pre-paid postcard that is part of a campaign to send letters to the troops overseas. He brought it to me and said he wanted to mail it to the "hunters." (The camouflage the soldiers wear and the camouflage your average hunter wears are one and the same to him. They are all "hunters" no matter what I tell him.) (And really, aren't they all one sort of hunter or another at times? So he is probably more correct than I am comfortable admitting.) Anyway, he wanted to mail off this postcard. So I told him to go write something on it, and that we would mail it. The following is what he wrote:
I hope you are having a good time.
Now, as a mom who wants her son to know nothing of the horrors of war and conflicts or even being away from your family in a hostile land, I didn't say a thing to him about them probably not having much fun at all. I was just thankful that his writing was illegible, and that all you could make out was "Love, E****." But I myself just can't get over what he wrote. He's a sweetie, and I'm glad he wants people to have a good time. And I'm sure that the soldiers have moments when they are not not having a good time. And then there's the part of me who imagines shootings and all kinds of horrific horrors and hopes like hell that someone involved in that sort of thing is not having a good time! (As always, I go a little overboard in my thinking.)
So what did I do with the postcard? I mailed it. Or, rather, I let him mail it himself, and he was so happy.