A post-office box or post office box (commonly referred to as a PO box or a postal box) is a uniquely addressable lockable box located on the premises of a post office station.
In many regions, particularly in Africa and the Middle East, there is no 'door to door' delivery of mail. For example, should one post mail to a street address in Namibia, it will be returned to sender as undeliverable. Consequently, renting a PO box has traditionally been the only way to receive mail in such countries, although some, like Jordan, Egypt and Lebanon, do have mail home delivery.
Generally, post office boxes are rented from the post office either by individuals or by businesses on a basis ranging from monthly to annual, and the cost of rent varies depending on the box size. Central business district (CBD) PO boxes are usually more expensive than rural PO boxes.
In the United States, the rental rate used to be uniform across the country. Now, however, a postal facility can be in any of seven fee groups by location; in addition, certain customers qualify for free box rental.
P.O. Box 423 is the debut album by Canadian country music artist Duane Steele. It was released by Mercury Records in February 1996. The album peaked at number 32 on the RPM Country Albums chart.
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P.O. Box 1142 was a secret American military intelligence facility that operated during World War II. The American Military Intelligence Service had two special wings, known as MIS-X and MIS-Y.
The MIS-X program focused upon the escape and evasion activities of American POWs in Europe.
MIS-Y's core duty was to interview the Prisoners of War (POWs). They were known by their codename, the mailing address "P.O. Box 1142." Notable prisoners housed at the facility included rocket scientist Wernher von Braun, spymaster Reinhard Gehlen, and Heinz Schlicke, inventor of infrared detection. German U-Boat commander Werner Henke was also a prisoner but was fatally shot when he tried to escape by climbing the fence.
P.O. Box 1142 was based in Fort Hunt, Virginia, formerly part of George Washington's farmlands. German scientists, submariners and soldiers were questioned. P.O. Box 1142 obtained valuable intelligence from German POWs and also communicated with Allied POWs overseas. The camp was in violation of the Geneva Conventions because the Red Cross was not notified of the transfer or location of the prisoners, but according to the surviving wardens, torture was not used. The work done at Fort Hunt contributed to the Allied victory of World War II. It also led to advances in scientific technology and military intelligence that directly influenced the Cold War. In October 2007, a group of the former intelligence workers gathered for the first time since the war's conclusion, and a flagpole and plaque recognizing their contributions were dedicated on the original grounds.
Po, PO or po may refer to:
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P&O may refer to:
Sick of hearing you, ranting about goddamn bullshits.
It's fucking time to reaffirm that we don't share
the same goddamn opinion.
We'll never let you go; we'll never let them die.
We're not the ones that you'll pretend;
we'll fight for more until the fucking end.
Be prepared for our badass revolution,
we got enough power for the badass ignition.
Let's take a goddamn look to what you have done.
They are not your slaves, look what you have done.
You must integrate yourself, live as I tell you to,
go where I tell you to, eat what I tell you to.
You little white do you live in ghetto? Wash with a basin?
Why don't you understand they don't miss you when you leave?
Give them money to feed their family, far from a wage.
How the hell can you sleep without nightmares?
You don't treat them as human beings,
you who earn twice more than what you would earn here
whereas there you have half less needs.
They are not your slaves, look what you have done.
Got it right, got it less, we don't care, it's a mess,
everything you're telling us is lie.
Pill them up in public housings or in deportation rooms,
then you expel them, so how the hell can you pretend to be their bro?
You don't share anything with them, don't share their misery,
don't you understand? Useful to tell you should agree
and accept that you're not the Man, just a man,
and that man, ain't a MAN. Do we have to remind you, little white,
that we're not the same? it's not a shame!
Little white you're no god.
They are not your slaves, look what you have done.
Want some more, there you go, be back for the solo,
everything you're telling us ain't fine.
You say they're not like us, I say you're not like us.
You say they must evolve, I say we must revolt.
Everyone has a culture, everyone some traditions,
everyone a way of life, and everyone is different,
and that makes our world not yours.