We'll start off with myself and Bob.

George, the station dog. He was here before anyone else.  His favorite sport was carrying beer bottles around the base. While Red was aboard, they were a team.

Beer was a precious commodity, only a few cases per year were landed in the time I was there, and everyone tended to jealously guard their ration.  George was adept at ferreting out bottles and carried them to Red.

"Red" Clements, Machinist's Mate 1st Class.  Unfortunately, the camera wasn't synched with the motion of the dory.

Red was from New Orleans and not a day went by without at least one playing of "Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans." All these years later the tune still pops into my mind at odd times even though I don't think I've heard it since.

The ETM3 Chuck Parinka with Bob.

Best friends and almost inseparable.

Cook (1c) on '47-'48 rotation.  Noted for gourmet Spam with bay leaves. This is a long story and a lot of Spam. Collected Dolly Varden trout.

Doc McCoy and Bob

A RDM3 or Seaman 1c outside the Radio/Lorain shack

Getting some summer rays. I think they had just finished digging out a tractor that had settled in the ever present mud.

An oil drum detail.

(A year's supply of diesel fuel for heating and the generators was pumped from the supply ship to drums on the beach. Then the drums were winched up the cliff. Then rolled to the huts as needed.)

ETM3 Chuck Parinka and ETM3 Ed Braun who came aboard around March '48. The knoll is in the background.

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