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Camp Evans with extra aircraft (a Crane, other Hooks, and Hueys) parked everywhere. Crimson Tide park turned into a staging area while everyone waited for the weather to break over the A Shau Valley. No - my ship (#129 there in front) didn't have a hard landing to make that crater. SeaBees dug our parking revetments with bulldozers and I think they got carried away on a few of them. It took a good "front seater" to land in some of the deeper ones...
A poster from WWII. This is actually a recreation because the original was too damaged. Being a historian is fucking awesome.
Christmas for the 4th Marine Regiment at Camp Evans, 1967.
Sign at Camp Evans. It reads:
Fourth Marine Regt Col WM. Dick Commanding Dedicated to the memory of Lance Corporal Paul O Evans US Marine Corps killed in Action 22 December 1966 Thua Thien Province, RVN
Camp Evans Urban Exploration #5 This is the inside of building 9017, the old firehouse. It used to store mobile telecommunications equipment, but now it stores a Vietnam-era medical evacuation chopper. The same one I was talking about earlier. There's also a door that opens up to 25 feet of open air. Lotsa fun.
This is our helicopter at the museum, or, what's left of it. It's a Vietnam era medical evacuation chopper, aka a MASH. Someday we're gonna fix it all up. It will be glorious. I got to take a veteran who used to fly these things to the garage where we keep it. The look on his face was wonderful.
So Rick needed to figure out the power output of a radio he was working on. Like a regular, sane person he forgoed multimeter and instead made his own calorimeter. Measuring the power output of his radio by measuring how much it heats water. Totally sane.
Records records records. So, as I've said before, I sell surplus antique stuff for Infoage Science Center in Wall, NJ. And today I have a crate full of records to go through. Lotsa fun. Sometimes I listen to ones that look interesting. There's something really beautiful about the crackle of old records. And it's always amazing how high the audio quality is on old records. Edison recording tubes kinda sound like crap, but vinyl still sounds nice. I mean, I'm no hipster audiophile. I listen to almost all my music on car radio or Spotify on my phone. But records are nice when I'm surrounded by record players anyway.
