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SINCE MAN BEGAN TO SAIL THE SEVEN
SEAS THOUSANDS OF YEARS AGO, IT HAS BEEN HIS MISFORTUNE TO HAVE TO LEAVE
SOMEONE BEHIND. SOMEONE TO WAIT AND LONG FOR HIM. IN RETURN, THAT SOMEONE IS
THE ONE WHOM HE WILL BASE HIS DREAMS ON, BUILD HIS PLANS FOR. THAT
SOMEONE IS THE ONE WHO WILL MAKE HOME WORTH COMING BACK TO.
AFTER A SLOW EMBRACE, A KISS, A
WAVE OF THE HAND, WHILE LEAVING SAN DIEGO, A FEELING OF LOSS AND REGRET
SEEMED TO INVADE HOPEWELL. A FEELING NEW TO SOME AND OLD TO OTHERS. KNOWING THAT ALL THAT REMAINED WERE
THE FOND MEMORIES OF THE PAST, AND THE MANY LETTERS TO COME; TO SOME LETTERS
OF SADNESS, BUT MOST, LETTERS OF JOY. LETTERS CARRYING LOVE AND HAPPINESS
OVER MANY THOUSANDS OF MILES.
WHAT IS MAIL CALL? TO MOST, MAIL CALL MEANS MORE THAN CHRISTMAS. A LETTER
CAN'T BE PURCHASED IN A STORE, IT HAS NO MATERIAL VALUE. IT DOESN'T COME IN
A BOX. YET IS PRICELESS . PRICELESS BECAUSE OF THE HIDDEN TREASURE
WRITTEN ON THE PAGES. WORDS THAT ARE MEANT ONLY FOR ONE PERSON.
NO, A LETTER CAN'T BE BOUGHT, IT HAS TO COME FROM SOMEONE; SOMEONE WHO
CARES. AND FOR THIS REASON, WE OF THE HOPEWELL ARE DEDICATING THIS CRUISEBOOK TO THE WIVES, SWEETHEARTS AND FAMILIES OF THE CREW. THE ONES WHO
MADE MAIL CALL WHAT IT IS. |