Myrtle Beach was a mixed bag, and the locals all right, but the influx of tourist outsiders kept you wary.
Worst of all was teaching that year in the elementary school on base (my sons in the 7th and 8th grades there; daughter in kindergarten) and - surprisingly - having no support from co-workers, most of whom were military wives.
Not one time was I contacted (there were 300 of us wives with husbands deployed to SE Asia living on base) by someone on base to see if I needed any help.
The only one who did was the Okinawan wife of a fellow who had worked with my husband.
I finally figured out the other wives feared if they acknowledged the separation, their husbands might be tapped to go next.....too close to home to think about for them. They all were pleasant and friendly, but never asked about him or how I was doing - rather weird, eh?
In May of 1968, the 300 of us were unceremoniously told to vacate quarters ASAP to make room for a Reserve Unit being mobilized because of the Pueblo Crisis.
Myrtle Beach in May?? Most places rented for the season a year ahead, and prices jacked up? Many of us with no "back home" option available?
Again, Uncle Sam did it "Sink or Swim" style. To make it worse, my husband was due back in 5 months, in October, and I could not get anything with a lease for longer than that.
Military wives lean on God a lot - - good thing He is there 24/7.....