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A Precious Gift



  Stacks, Royal Marine, arranged a sponsored fun-run between Kandahar and Kabul, with proceeds going to various charities. He kept some of the money back and bought a radio for his late grandmother's childhood friend Edna. Edna's thank you letter went up on the wall of the Royal Marines' Kabul HQ.

  
  Dear men of 42 Commando - must single out Stacks, of course,
  
  God bless you for the gift of the transistor radio.  I am ninety-seven and live at the Miller's Hill Rest Home. My family has long since past away and I very rarely have visitors.  As a result, I have very limited contact with the outside world. This makes your gift especially welcome. 
  My roommate, Maggie Cook, has had her own radio as long as I've known her. She listens to it all the time, but usually with an earplug or with the volume so low, I can't hear it. For some reason, she has never wanted to share it. 
  Last Sunday morning, she accidentally knocked her radio off its little shelf. It smashed into many pieces and caused her to cry.  It was so sad.  
  Luckily, I had my new radio.  Knowing this, Maggie asked if she could listen to mine.  
  I told her to go fuck herself!
  God bless you for your kindness to an old forgotten woman,
  
  Sincerely yours..Edna Johnson 
  

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