Hey, Hans! You're still delivering the mail, Man!
3 Jun 2004 1207 hours
Mail does not arrive every day. When it does arrive, it is a very exciting moment for the soldiers who receive it. My wife sends many comfort items, and I have purchased some things from the internet. My brother in Florida sends DVD's regularly, my sister-in-law sends candy from Germany, and I believe I should receive stock from Tower Hobbies for all of the stuff I have ordered. It is a rare day that I do not receive a package. The Care Packages are my "little taste of home" that help me get my fix. The impact that items from home have on a soldier's morale are immeasurable.
I received a very special package a few days ago. Actually, I received three huge packages from some very special people that I have never had the pleasure of meeting. Jeanette Lawing was the name on the return address label.
I was curious who this very generous woman was as I opened the boxes. Though I did not know what bond I had with her, I was nevertheless thankful for every item in the boxes. A box full of wonderful books was sincerely appreciated by several avid readers. I opened the last one and knew instantly what cast our relationship. A manila envelope laid underneath the top flaps. Written in gold letters was the following, "In Memory of Capt John F. (Hans) Kurth." Its contents caused one of the most emotional moments I have endured.
I first came to a letter written by John Aleksander Kurth, son of Captain Kurth. I cannot imagine how difficult it must be for him. I answer, "Yes John, everyone enjoys the stuff, thank you"! There was another well written letter by a young man named Aden Webb, age 4. He writes that he is best buds as well as cousins with John Aleksander. I could not imagine a better friend to have. The dominoes that Aden picked out are a favorite of many of the soldiers. We play a game called "Bones" with them on the picnic table outside of our rooms.
Holly Webb, your letter brightened my day. I thank you so much for taking the time to send a message to me. I have been receiving some flack because of what I write; your support is welcomed. CPT Kurth was a very special man who is loved by many, respected by all, and must never be forgotten. You mentioned in the letter about how he would not buy a shirt, but would gladly lay down $40 for a 2 pound steak. We are talking about a man that wore a Rolex watch to the field. The quality of a product was a characteristic that he understood and appreciated.
I have been approached by wonderful people who are all connected by their affection for Captain Kurth. I can tell by all of the correspondence that he was surrounded by individually beautiful people with admirable character. The Outlaws Platoon thanks the Chiquola Baptist Church, First Assembly of Greenville, S.C., and friends from Rocky River Church of God. Thank you so much for your generosity. As for the "little taste of home", the homemade Chocolate Chip Cookies were delicious. We savored every mouth-watering morsel and dipped them in milk to enhance the full bodied flavor. We appreciate your kindness with all sincerity.
For all Moms out there. If you have a son or daughter in sector, send him or her some homebaked Chocolate Chip Cookies. Throw a couple of extra hand fulls of chips in, and maybe some walnuts. I believe in the healing power of chocolate. Beware though. It was 114 degrees yesterday. Chocolate cookies will make it, Chocolate bars will not.
SSG, US Army
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