The word was out, there was going to be a special delivery to Sandy Bay straight from New York and in time for Christmas.
The Nutts Corner tower had reported that the PB2Y was only about twenty minutes out, and servicemen gathered by the lakeside to eagerly await the “special delivery” Coronado. All had hopes of the great things to come.
As the seaplane completed its moorings, several of the appointed ground crew rushed to process the cargo, and the treats therein.
“Smitty, what is it?” Petty Officer Hendricks shouted from the pier.
Seaman Smith stood in the hatchway, and with an exasperated expression said, “Typewriters.”
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You told that story well, making it very believable. I enjoyed the dialogue. I wonder if typewriters will encourage more of the GIs to write home? I somehow doubt it!
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Great story. The PBY is one of my favorite planes, too. Is this based on an actual event? It’s certainly plausible!
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Oh! You built this up so well! I feel the men’s disappointment.
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Not what I would hope for in a care package. 😊
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A lovely unexpected anticlimax. Still the typewriters should be useful. 😊
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Great thought they are, I can see that typewriters wouldn’t be as exciting as food or drink or tobacco to the men. Really well written story
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Oh I can imagine their dismay! Hope they put them to good use writing letters back home. Those packages would be well-received!
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