Ah, the balmy breeze...
The white sands and black coral...
The blue lagoon and Hector the hammerhead - and all his little offspring...
The 24-hour alerts... hauling sonobouys from one end of the island to the other... rebuilding your APS-80 radar display in an un-airconditioned space because the unit is broken and they can't get parts...
Waiting for the next squadron bird to come in with a bomb bay full of cases of San Miguel...
What's not to love about Dodge?
You sir, are apparently a Barbers Point VP sailor. Me too. When were you there? Blue Sharks here. ‘70-74.
Everytime I hear Diego Garcia, I think if my brother-in- law who was a Navy cryptologist and stationed there for several years. He was a great guy, retired after twenty and got a job at the pentagon, on his way home from work and a semi-truck came over on him, killed instantly. We miss him.