I really wish I'd taken a picture a few days ago. While cleaning up after Gustav around the old house that serves as the office of Friends of Fort DeRussy, I came across the mailbox. It had been knocked down into the road by a falling limb, and run over by a truck. A full-size metal rural mailbox, reduced to the dimensions of a very flat oversized pancake. It would have been the perfect picture to make this point - We've had our turn.
Good luck, Jim. These things are really rough on mailboxes.