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| The gang after a SCUD Alert, just outside our
shelter. It gets DAMNED! hot in there!!!! We dug a hole in the sand and used wood along the sides to keep the sand from coming back into the hole and filled up lots and lots of sand around the wood as a barrier. The roof was an aluminum air force palette and more sand and sand bags. It was a very small space and there were several of us who had to be in there at one time all in chemical gear with our masks on. For Mac, that sucked and sucked hard as he was claustrophobic. He survived the many alerts we had and went home to have a child with his wife. Mac and I spent a lot of time together and there will always be a loyalty there regardless. Story about this particular SCUD shelter was that one day I was headed up the hill to it to take a look around and as I got up to it a helicopter popped up from behind the hill, actually several of them, in some kind of a quiet mode. The lead helicopter was so close I could read the "U.S. ARMY" on his uniform through the glass and I could not hear the helicopter . Once they got past me I realized where all of the sound was going but in the mean time I was checking my shorts and very happy that they were on our side. |