I worked with a girl that grew up there as a child, (parents were civilians employed by the Air Force) - it was a story of a fascinating childhood.
A soldier in my fire direction center had a similar story because his dad was also a downrange Tech. Said it was a beautiful and isolated location.
“Kwajalein Atoll.”
Home of the best steak dinner in the Pacific theater. And cheap beer that flows endlessly.
The Visiting Airmen Quarters are top notch too, and you can see first run movies in the open air theater.
They had to extend the atoll by dredging to fit a runway.
Landed there one STORMY night with just vapor as fuel with a 70kt cross wind. Kissed the tarmac when I stepped off the ladder.
There was simply no where else to go.
Literally a thousand miles from nowhere.