Glad you brought up the subject of fruitcake.
In 1943, my grandmother baked and sent one to my dad, flying 'Forts out of England. He sent it to my uncle Bob, in North Africa, who sent it to my uncle Joe in the Pacific who sent it to my uncle Bill, in Alaska, who kept it until a cousin of mine went to Korea who sent it to a friend of the family in Okinawa who sent it to another relative of mine back in Korea who took the damned thing home and kept it until my cousin Tommy in Vietnam got it, who sent it to me stationed back in the states at the time.
What I'm looking for is someone getting sent to the Middle east so I can send the damned thing to them in hopes that they will bury the damned thing in the fu(king desert somewhere.
There is nothing that's as big of a pain in the ass as a goddamned fruitcake!