Wow yay wait a minute Mr Postman

When Himself and I got together, he was a sailor.  

That was part of the attraction.   I do love a sailor. 

He was away on the boat, quite a lot.   Maybe 3 weeks, maybe 2 months, maybe a week, maybe 7 months. 

It was always horrifically sad when he left.  

I sobbed.   

It was always AMAZING when he came home. 

While he was away; the postman was all.    

No mobile phones.  No internet.  

No we aren't that old. The internet and mobiles are THAT new. 

I wrote mostly every day.  Just nonsense,  What I had been up to, what I was planning., questions about what he was up to. 

Himself wrote too.  Nonsense too.  

I'd wait for the postman, I'd almost pounce on him.  

I'd be so excited to see the bluey.  I'd rip it open digest it.  

One time, there was a photo in i t.   I remember being distraught because someone had cut his hair and he just didn't look like my himself anymore.. 

Anyhoo- I digress.  

At work, over the last couple of days, the Navy has been practicing with their helicopters. 

I have run out each time i hear them but they've diipped behind a tree, or a cloud, or someone has stopped me and asked me something daft, like work related. and I missed it.   Monday Tuesday they had mail bags hanging  underneath. 

On a Gulf tour - the lads received their mail via the helicopter drop.  

The mailbags would be picked up from a local naval base carried out to the ships and dropped onto the flight deck. 

In 1987, there was a mail strike,  very little mail got through, and it was backlogged.  I wrote and wrote and wrote.  I made up packages.  Chocolate, funny things, top-shelf magazines.  

Eventually the mail reached the port in the Gulf. 

the helicopter picked it up.  Flew over to the ship. 

And dropped it in the briney.