Reminds me of a conversation I had with the mom of one of my daugter's college roommates. Mom says she thinking of putting her kid's picture on a milk carton........
Another thing about Moms postcard gimmick.
I'd check yes on alive and need food.
I'd get about 20 guys to sign it.
Mom would respond with either a homemade cake,
cookies, or apples.
The cakes and cookies were usually stale by the time I got them,
but still much better than the hocky puck pound cake in "C" rations.
All three were gold in southeast asia.
She once sent me some toilet paper with Santa Claus figures on it as a joke.
She didn't realize it was several grades better than the #3 grit Army issue tissue.
I had to hid it.