Islander
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On our submarine in the early 80s, we could receive a 40 word "familygram" around once per week. I told my newlywed wife the only thing I wanted to hear is that she loved me. Couldn't end the patrol even if my parents died, so no use to hear about bad news.
So the wifey sent nothing but intense love notes. The radiomen used to deliver them to the sonar shack in ziploc bags labeled "TOO HOT TO HANDLE" and other witty titles.
A few poor bastards got notes talking about broken washing machines, missed rent payments, and dead dogs. Time and place for everything, and it's never a good time for bad news from home when you're deployed with no chance of going home.
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