Some Startling News.
Hello, I was browsing the web and came upon this website. I was stationed at Hofn 1980-81. I was one of two Security Police troops stationed at the site to provide resource protection and to "maintain" law and order. My boss was Tech Sgt. Charlie Moran. I don't know if he is still around but we didn't keep in touch after we left H-3. As a yellow hat I had about two weeks left on the site when the first group of women came to the site for their year-long short tour. I recall as they arrived from the landing strip it was like a scene from MASH. All the guys running out to the bus to welcome the ladies. I recall modifications having to be made to one of the barracks.
Then I also recall doing some pond sailing on a small pond outside the NCO barracks. One night a friend and I tied two corners of some old bed sheets to our shoes. Standing at the end of the pond we held the sheet in front of us with the other two corners which created a sail effect. With the wind blowing very hard it was no time at all before we were sailing from one end of the pond to the other. Then it was simply a matter of getting up and walking to the other end of the pond to sail again. Just something else besides playing music from the radio station, watching the slip dry in the ceramic shop and being disappointed when that unpolished precious stone you found on the beach fell to pieces at the lapidary shop.
I still have my "Bear Eater" jacket and a National Geographic magazine with photos taken of the site in 1957.
Best regards to all of my fellow former Hofn-Ites
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Then I also recall doing some pond sailing on a small pond outside the NCO barracks. One night a friend and I tied two corners of some old bed sheets to our shoes. Standing at the end of the pond we held the sheet in front of us with the other two corners which created a sail effect. With the wind blowing very hard it was no time at all before we were sailing from one end of the pond to the other. Then it was simply a matter of getting up and walking to the other end of the pond to sail again. Just something else besides playing music from the radio station, watching the slip dry in the ceramic shop and being disappointed when that unpolished precious stone you found on the beach fell to pieces at the lapidary shop.
I still have my "Bear Eater" jacket and a National Geographic magazine with photos taken of the site in 1957.
Best regards to all of my fellow former Hofn-Ites
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