Subject: DAYS OF OUR LIVES #80
Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 08:45:07 -0500

MAIL-call  - PRESERVING  FORGOTTEN MEMORIES This message may contain information that is confidential and/or legally privileged.  It is intended only for the use of the individuals named as recipients in the message.  If you are not an intended recipient of this message, please notify the sender immediately and delete the material from any computer.  Thank you,  Elder RC Green -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------                                           REUNION INFORMATION                       
Note the 15 August cut-off date
From: "Cheryl W. Hegglin", Subject: Room Block Pick Up  - Hello Elder: I am the new Convention Service Coordinator here at the Holiday Inn Grantville as Alison has moved into a corporate sales position.  I am looking forward to working with you in making your reunion in September a true success.   In reviewing your room block I see a pick up of 41 out of the original 57 rooms picked up.  That looks great.  Any remaining rooms will drop from the system on August 15, 2002.  I will keep you informed on the pick up as we near the cut off date.  If you have any additional needs at this time please do not hesitate to call me at 717-469-1554 ext. 548.  Enjoy your weekend.  Sincerely, Cheryl Hegglin, Convention Service Manager

[[I have to have a headcount to  Penn National for the banquet dinner NLT 1 September.  Hopefully everybody will get the meal money ($35. per person) to me by the cutoff date, otherwise you might miss out on the festivities.    Looking forward to seeing you all.  Elder RC Green- - -gH


ERICKSON, Bob, SP5, 058, Trick #2, Det 27, @61died February 1999 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
HANDRICK, Bill, Det 4, died of cancer of the tongue in 1997 oer Jim Phillips ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Diane, Faithful wife of ex-ASA CPt, Russ Heinen, SE63-JN65, 914 Moorefield Creek Rd., Vienna, VA 22180 From: Elder - Thanx for the headsup on the Hershey reunion, but I will not be able to make it.  With the recent death of my wife I am now involved in probate and generally just trying to get thru these difficult times.  Thanx again.   Russ Heinen. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Stephen D.Det 4, dates unk Stephen D. Hilderbrand, 59, died 20 June 2001 after a valiant battle with cancer. Born in North Carolina, Steve had a passion for travel that led him to a distinguished, 21-year career in the U.S. Army, during which time he was decorated among other awards with the Meritorious Service Award (1st Oak Leaf Cluster), Defense Service Medal, and the Army Commendation Medal.  He retired as Master Sergeant (E8) and continued his service in the government sector for another 15 years as an engineering specialist with the NSA.   Civilian awards included Special Performance, letters of appreciation, and the Defense Meritorious Service Award.  A certified electronics technician, he was granted Senior Technical Track Member by the Engineering and Career Science Panel. He is survived by his wife, Susan.  -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
McCLELLAND, William, SP5, 058, Trick #2, Det 27, @61, died in the 1970's per Roy Springmeyer   ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------                             
BIO of Roy L. Springmeyer
  Elder,        Here's my overdue BIO:  Roy L. Springmeyer Sp/5 058 Det 27 1960/1962 Wife is Nancy. I arrived at Manzaralli Station in September 1960 for what I thought was a 18 month tour but due to the Berlin Crisis I had the pleasure of staying 2 years and 21 days.  It worked out for me because with the extension I had less than 90 days to go on my enlistment so I was given an early out.  The scariest thing about the whole situation was that some other guys and I had orders to come home and Pres. Kennedy made his famous speech about the blockade of Cuba three days before our scheduled departure.  We just knew that we were going to get another JFK extension.  Some of us kind of hid out those last three days, thinking that if they couldn't find us they couldn't change our orders.  Well, we got off on time and drank the plane dry between Paris and New York.         I was assigned to Trick #2 all the time I was at Site 23.  I met some pretty decent people and some of the friendships still linger on after all these years.  I have some bad news,  I recently became aware of the deaths of two of our old Trick #2 buddies, namely Bob Erickson and William McClelland,  Larry Vanvekoven, another 058, informed me that he, too, has had health problems and that he has had a heart transplant and that Wm McClelland died in the 1970's from cancer.  Maybe Larry can fill us in a little more about McClelland's death.  Bob Erickson from Iowa passed away in February of 1999.  I talked to his widow Sharron (563-427-3353 -  if you call, call early as she works and goes to bed early), and she said that Bob often talked about his Det 27 experiences and friends from his ASA days almost every day of his life.  Both of these guys will be missed.       I remember a few incidents that occurred while I was at Det 27.  But keep in mind that was forty years ago and perhaps my memory has faded.  One incident that stands out concerned most of the Trick #2 manual morse section.  I did not participate in this event but savored the stories about it.  Seems a group of Trick #2 guys went Bowling in one of Bars in Ankara called the Majestic Bar. They were all having a geat time buying tea for the girls but when the time came to pay the Tab a disagreement occurred about the amount owed.  Somehow a regular riot broke out and the Turkish Police and the Air Police got involved and all the guys were taken to the station.  As I recall there were several forms of disciplinary action taken. Maybe you can get the whole story from others who were involved in this caper.                    All the Trick #2 athletic teams were known after that as the "Majestic Raiders".        I remember when some of the guys on our trick would draw pictures on 3X5 cards and color them up to resemble flames and whatever.  Then a few choice slogans began to appear here and there on the stupid little cards.  Some of the slogans were like FTA etc. These cards were a harmless form of self _expression.  However, This one nameless Lt. pushed the panic button and collected them all and turned them in and a major investigation occurred to determine if the Communists had infiltrated Manzaralli.  Well, this caught on like wildfire.  We had a T-shirt flying on the flagpole one morning with FTA printed front and back.  We even had one of the numerous stray dogs wearing a T-shirt with FTA printed on it and sporting it all around the Post.  It wasn't too long after that, that all the stray dogs disappeared.  The Communists must have gotten them!  Anyway,  I think one of the investigators brought down from Europe figured out that this whole affair was a lot to do about nothing.  But it sure provided a diversion for a while. Nothing ever came of it.       We all remember the Alcoholic Asak (donkey) who liked to hang out on the patio at the NCO Club and drink beer with the boys.  It also liked cruising the sidelines at the Flag Football games begging for beer.  I saw him, on a couple of occasions, walk up behind someone on the sideline and nudge them in the back with his snout.  I guess it was his way of asking the person to share his beer. I really don't know what ever happened to our alcoholic friend, but one of the stories going around just before l left Turkey was that he had been out rolling in the mud and had gotten himself matted with mud and he stopped by the rear of the Mess Hall, just like he always did, to get a hand out from the kitchen help.  Well. rumor had it that one of the German or Italian cooks saw him and was repulsed by his filthy condition so he told a couple Abis to clean him off.  So they proceeded to do it.........with a steam cleaner!  He was last seen heading over the hill.  He must have quit drinking cause he never came back.  The NCO Club was never the same.               Then there was the case of the broken trees.  A lot of effort was put into landscaping the post and a whole bunch of trees about as big around as your thumb were planted lining all the sidewalks.  It really looked nice, it surely beat the sight and odor of all that Goat manure that they spread all over everything. One night someone worked his frustrations out on the trees on his way back from the NCO Club and broke a whole bunch of them.  It really made someone mad, we started having interior guard duty for a while.  I missed that one also, my name was on the next duty roster for guard duty the day they stopped it.  Its the only time I can remember that the Army's alphabetically by rank policy worked in my favor.  I don't think we ever found out who pulled this little caper.  One other little story that I remember involved two ditty-boppers!   Ted Langley (from Chicago) and Kelly (maybe Joe, from Boston) had an ongoing game of "tag" between them for well over a year.  It might still be going on for all I know.  Anyway, you would see them chasing one another all over,.......... the mess hall, the barracks, one of them would break into a formation to "tag" the other.  We would see them in Ankara at the AFEX chasing each other.  Langley was on Trick #2 and Kelly was on Trick #3, I think.  No place was sacred. The game just went on and on everywhere all the time.  After a while when you saw these two guys chasing each other all over the place you kind of accepted it as what they did.   End of Story.       Back to the Bio.  I got out of the Army and went home to Colorado and then decided to spend the winter with my parents in California.  While in Calif. I got a job in Law Enforcement and spent 22 years in a local Police Dept. Then I went into Public Works for a period of 10 years and worked in almost every Department in the City of Visalia, Calif.   I retired in 1995 as Director of General Services.  That's about it.               I would like to order Two forest green Golf Shirts size 2XL. and Two hats, Dark Green/Stone Gray, Size XL.  The Money is on the way.        Although I probably won't get back to the Reunion, I want you to know that I really appreciate the effort you are putting into the Reunion and the Newsletter.....Keep up the Good Work it IS appreciated.          ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------                                 BIO of JIM PHILLIPS                                
NAVDET, Det 4, 68-69
Hey Elder Green:  Not wanting to be grouped with the "TATERS", I will reprint my story of my year in Sinop that has been on Bill Simons' web page for several years.  To this I will add more later.  As I have noted I was a swabbie, not an ASAer.  But the experiences of Turkey are similar and familiar to us all.  =======================================================================
In the era around 1969, everyone departing (enlisted) got this certificate and a Zippo lighter from the Black Sea NCO Open Mess.
On the evening when we had 70 days left on the Hill until DEROS, we became officially short. We went with all our friends to the club, ordered a quart bottle of V.O. (which we had to drink to the last drop). On the bottle was a ribbon which was then woven around our watch band to signify that we were short.
We used to go to the NCO Club when we first got to the Hill. Then some beggar got the idea of having an EM club and restricting those who were E-4 and below from going into the NCO club. Our favorite waiter at the EM club was Charlie (an Anglicization of his Turkish name, no doubt), who was a prisoner on work release. Whenever we would order "root beer", he would say "Oh, rupee!" We would laugh about it thinking that he just couldn't hear the words "root beer". One day he wrote us out a complete ticket, which was unusual, and on the ticket he had penned the word "rupee". I never figured out if that was a good Turkish word or just his bastardization of English.
Alcohol was forbidden in the residence halls ("kazarma" in Russian), but that normally didn't stop us. On evenings when there was no watch to stand at Ops, we would call Charlie at the EM club (we were in Washington Hall, which was right across the street from the back door of the EM club, as I recall); and he would sneak us out a case of Ruffino. Over that year, Ruffino became my favorite wine and still holds a place in my heart to this day. We would each get a bottle and drink to the sounds of Big Brother and the Holding Company, The Mothers of Invention ("Oh, my hair's getting good in the back), the Beatles, Eric Burdon and the Animals ("House of the Rising Sun") and whatever other albums we were able to latch on to.
We would always try to walk in at least pairs on the way to Ops, especially after dark, because Roland was always lurking in the no-man's land between the residence halls and the Ops complex. Quite often he would come charging across the open area, braying at a high decibel level, with amorous intentions on his mind (obvious when Roland had amorous intentions, I don't know how he could run in that condition without tripping over something). Often times for sport we would imitate his bray to excite him if he was nowhere in sight (better to know where he was). Bill Handrick (who, unfortunately died of cancer of the tongue in 1997) was one of the better at getting the sound just right.
As an initiation to the "yenis" in NAVDET, the whole organization would stand down our watch and go to town to one of the seaside outdoor cafes, where we would introduce them to Turkish food (as most of you remember, the first experience inevitably resulted in the "Turkey trots"), Turkish beer, and most importantly Raki. The Yeni, seasoned drinker or not, would be told to chug a shot of Raki, which in 95% of the cases would exit the body the same way it entered within seconds. There were many times the NAVDET would go to town in force to drink the Yeni Hotel and several other restaurants completely out of wine and beer. (And that with only an average of about 15 of us).
At the Midnight Movie, the back row of the theater belonged to the NAVDET. Eight to ten of us would go nightly. Occasionally, yeni army guys would sit there, but since they hadn't grown used to the rowdiness and down-right crudeness of life on the Hill yet, it wasn't too hard to gross them out to the point they would gladly move. During the year we were there, the movie "Firecreek" with Jimmy Stewart hit the theater. The central character in the movie was the town idiot, a young teenager who no one in town (Firecreek, New Mexico) knew his history, so he was named by the townspeople "Arthur Firecreek". It was so bad that the next night during an unusually bad scene in another movie, some of the Army guys started chanting "Arthur Firecreek, Arthur Firecreek!" This continued for several nights when a scene would come on that no one could stand. We in the NAVDET then christened the "Arthur Firecreek Award", which would go to the worst movie of out year on the Hill. By the end of our year, the consensus was a spaghetti western entitled "Ringo and his Golden Pistol". (I have the movie on tape as the result of finding it buried in the TBS listings in the middle of the night several years ago.)
We referred to the lifers as "beggars" since we figured they were in the service only to get the money and have to do no work, since they foisted the work off on us first termers (GAFFers, as we called ourselves). In the Ops area, there was a large red light that would flash anytime a Turkish worker or other uncleared person was in the building to warn us to put away loose classified material. I fashioned a "BEG" rubber stamp out of a Pearl eraser and we stamped "BEG" on several spots on the light. Every time it would flash we referred to it as the "BEGlight" and said it warned us to watch out for beggars.
One of our good Army friends from language school, Stuart Ferency wound up on the Hill with us. His father, according to Ferency, had a whole warehouse of Cuban cigars that he had stashed before the ban on Cuban products. About once a month Ferency would receive a box of Cuban cigars in the mail. He would cut them in thirds and pass them out to all of his friends, so we could discover one of the real joys of life. Always the evening we got our Cuban cigar ration, we would get a large group together in the residence hall to play Monopoly while we smoked. By the time we got well into the game, there would be a thick haze above the table. I wasn't always sure it was all cigar smoke.
At the chow hall, we in NAVDET got to eat on separate rations, so had to sign a sheet when we paid our money. We often signed as "Mickey Mouse", "Donald Duck", "Natalie Wood", or any other false name we could come up with, until we got a call from the Navy detachment at Karumarsel, saying they couldn't get reimbursement for such names.

The Turkish guy who ran the chow hall (can't remember the name) also ran one of the premier restaurants downtown where we would often eat. We always claimed, but had no proof, that he would order extra food through the commissary service for the chow hall, then tape things like whole roasts to the inside of his leg in those big baggy Turkish pants and smuggle the food downtown to serve at his restaurant.
Turkish women were pretty much off limits to us infidels. Even longing looks at them downtown would upset the Turks. Larry Lavoie got an attachment for his camera that would take pictures 90 degrees to the side, instead of straight ahead. He got quite a few nice pictures while pretending to take pictures of buildings. We had one black guy on the Hill who became a Black Muslim and was then able to have a Turkish girlfriend. There were several Turkish girls who worked on post at the BX and Library who I remember: Ayshen Arcelek, Nezihe, Hariye Altinkok. I've often wondered what ever came of them.
The NAVDET houseboy was Nazmi Ozturk. He also seemed to be the local head of the mafia. I think he may have migrated to Australia a few years after I left Sinop.
When the end of our tour came and we all were to get orders to other locations, about four of us asked if we could just extend for another year on the Hill, since we had discovered the real beauty of Turkey by that time. The powers that be were sure we had either gone mad during our year in exile or were hooked on Turkish hash. At any rate, they were not even amenable to the idea, even though we pointed out that with a year of expertise in the Black Sea problems, we would be invaluable to them, whereas new guys coming in would take half the year to learn the skills we had developed.
The only American women in Sinop were the Chaplain's wife and 11 year old daughter (Sheila, even at 11 she looked pretty good after a year) and a dependent wife who came over of her own accord and lived at the Yeni hotel.
On the fourth of July, the NCO club advertised free beer. Little did we know they were giving away Carling's Black Label that had probably been in storage two or three years longer than it should have been. It was so nasty that most of us went ahead and bought beer rather than drink the free stuff.
One day in about July or August, a huge waterspout was sighted just off shore, heading straight for the residence hall we were in. A lot of the guys had never seen one and ran outside to take pictures. Having grown up in Tornado Alley, I was a little more wary. Fortunately, the thing dissipated when it hit the cliffs below us.
One day two Army officers had accosted two Turkish women on the beach and we were all put on alert and restricted to the base for several days while the community cooled down. That evening, we looked out the window down toward the town and saw a whole procession of lighted torches coming up the hill. We thought the Turks were going to come up and slaughter the whole bunch of us to get even with those two officers. It turned out the next day that that had been the particular night of the year that the cranes flew through going south. Many of them, after flying across the Black Sea, would land on the first available piece of land they could find to rest. The Turks would go out and club them while they slept and have a good meal of roast crane.
On the days at work when things were slow, we would tune to the Turkish civil air frequency in the early afternoon and hear "Valvestem, this is Grey Ghost". This was the signal that the mail plane was coming in from Samsun, and we would call the barracks to let them know that the mail would be delivered in about twenty minutes. In exchange for that info, whoever was at the barracks would bring our mail up to us at Ops.
A group of us took a charter flight home for Christmas. The evening before we were to leave, we went to the midnight movie and saw "The Blue Max", a story of a WW1 German aviator starring Robert Redford and Maximillian Schell. When we came out of the theater, it was snowing. We had to go by bus to Samsun the next day, then to Ankara, where we caught the flight to the states. A couple of weeks before we were to fly out, I showed up at work with a huge bandage on my chin and told the beggars that I had fallen and injured myself pretty seriously and was likely to be bandaged for awhile. They apparently believed me. The night we got on the bus and left the base, I took the bandage off and had a nice goatee started at a time when goatees were illegal in the Navy. Despite some glaring looks from an Army Colonel seated across the aisle, my beard survived long enough to make me feel at home in the rapidly hippy-izing US. The first words I heard when we got back to base in January were "Shave it off, Phillips!"

Won't be able to make the Hershey reunion, as I have a sick wife.  However, my thoughts will be with you guys as you reminisce about life in Turkey as we knew it! Jim Phillips, Navdet, TUSLOG DET 4, Sinop Turkey, 1968-69,


                         Newly found veteran's
Keith, E4-E6, Det 4-2, 65-69, Hello, all:  Thank you for passing on the Turkey ASA reunion info.  Unfortunately I will not be able to attend this year because of the distance and two previous commitments for that weekend.  Please keep me on your distribution list. Other events that I will be at this year are: * Tailhook 2002, Reno, Sept. 5-8, (  I will be manning the A-3 booth. * A-3 Association reunion and 50th year celebration, Van Nuys, CA. Oct 25-28 ( * VQ Association, location, date and time TBD.  I have been to three of these and really enjoyed myself. Subject: RE: Thumbnailsketch  Chuck, I can't believe this.  It is a masterpiece.  I glanced through it tonight but need to set aside more time to read it in detail. Thank you for sending it! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Sam, 98J, Det 4-2, RR1 Mill Hall, PA 17751, 570-726-4896, no e-mail -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
FAITH, Cliff, 1LT-CPT, Det 27 and 4-2, 65-67, (Rosalie), 3701 17th St., Sacramento, CA 95818, 916-446-3200, OB Oberbroeckling requested info on LT Faith and I found him thru at the above address.  Cliff was born in 1942.  He was commissioned thru the ROTC program at the Univ of California at Davis and where he received a Electrical Engineering Degree. Rosalie accompanied Cliff to Turkey.  They look back on their TOUR of DUTY in Turkey as a good experience. From Keith Faith:  Here are some names Rosalie and I remember for Det 4-2 1966-1968. Keith Blackey from Mass; Keith "Brownie" Brown may be in the Washington DC area working for the CIA; John Berryman from Fla.; Dave Swenson from NH; Don Ashworth; Donald Stump; Gregory Scott (converted to Islam) may go by the name Mohamed Wally.  He may be in Phil. PA.; Bud Truluck may be in Sunnyvale CA or SF southbay area; Alan Steward CWO; Sfc. Rhodes; Sfc. Chamness; Alexander Wiley Craig may be in the SF bay area, CA
Dave Johnson may be in Washington State and Andrew C. Moore,III was originally from Virginia
PRINCEHORN, Jim, Det 4. 69-70, From: "Jim Princehorn" <> Hi, there.  This is Jim Princehorn, an ASA'er from Sinop ( 69-70 ) and  Phu Bai ( 71-72.)   You have been sending your newsletters to me for  about a couple of months now.  I read them with interest, looking for  guys that I worked with, but really haven't found any yet.  It "appears"  that most of your articles are regarding times before my brief service, or about career fellows.  BUT, I'm not giving up.  Keep 'em coming! I'm traveling on business now, which I do quite a bit of, but am  interested in a Sinop golf shirt and ASA patch.  Put me on the list,  I'll send along the money when I return home. Thanks,  and take care! JBP [[Jim - Put your thinking cap on and send me some names of those you remember during your TOUR of DUTY at Sinop.  Once I get the names I try to track them down and then get them interested in participating.  How about sending me a BIO of yourself, something like the one Roy Springmeyer wrote and is included herein- - -gH]] ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- SWENSON, Dave, From: Dave Swenson" <> To: "BOB BRIGGS" <> Cc: "Jennifer Olshove" <>; "Robert Reid" <reid@InfoAve.Net>; "Nat Alderman" <>; "Mike Hilliard" <>; "Don Ackerman" <>; "Keith Blackey" <>; "Robert Oberbroeckling" <>; "ercgreen" <>; "bill baskervill" <>; <> Subject: Re: Fw: DAYS OF OUR LIVES #78] Hi Bob, - Great to hear from you again.  Yes, I remember all the places you mentioned. Seems like you traveled our old route through Andalucia.   Last time, however, we traveled first class in your Mercedes. I often remember those days with much fondness.  As I recall, one could get a room and breakfast at one of the Spanish government run Paradors for several $s per night. I imagine it's just a bit more expensive today!  I am planning on being  in San Diego on business the week of 9/30. I have a project at our Liberty Mutual subsidiary, Golden Eagle Insurance Company, in downtown SD.  I'm in San Diego several times a year and love it...especially in the winter.  Had a nice chat with Elder Green who is organizing a TUSLOG reunion for ASA vets in Hershey PA.  I understand that the Faiths and Col OB may attend?  Unfortunately, I am on the road for the next five weeks and am not certain that I will be able to attend. Liberty Mutual  has recently had a mega merger which means that I and my three colleagues have job security for the next five years or until I retire, whichever comes first (hopefully retire).  You mentioned , in a prior conversation, that some years ago you had run into Wiley Craig.  Have you been in contact with anyone else from Det 4-2 or 2nd SAD?  Hope all is well with you and your family.  Thanks for keeping in touch. Best Regards,  Dave Swenson
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From: "BOB BRIGGS" <>
To: "Swenson" <>
Subject: [Fwd: Fw: DAYS OF OUR LIVES #78]
Hi Dave - your reply to Bask arrived the same time as this one I am forwarding to you.  Notice the other address for Cliff Faith - "".  He has never replied to any email I have ever sent him, and I have lost track of them since they moved from Redding to Sacramento a year or two
ago.  Sometimes Rosalie will send me a card with their new address but I haven't heard from them.  I just got back from two weeks in Spain with my wife.  She wanted to go because our kids were in Salamanca for a month with a group studying spanish there.  The plane landed in Madrid and we spent most of the time driving to various towns - Valencia, Cartegena, Malaga, Granada, Sevilla, Jerez de la Frontera, Merida, Salamanca.  The biggest changes I noticed were they now have a pretty good freeway/tollroad system, a lot more traffic in towns, no machine gun toting Guardia Civil at the edge of town, and they use the euro, which makes it very easy to compare prices, since it is almost one/one with the dollar.  As I remember it used to take about 4 hours to drive to Granada from Rota - now it is
about 3 hours.  We put 3000 kilometers on a little Renault "Scenic" 1.9 liter diesel mini SUV, which was surprisingly nice, although I haven't seen them for sale in California.  Jerez was the closest we got to Rota,  the bodega tours cost $7 per person now - no more freebees.  I don't know if you remember the Plaza de Espana building in Sevilla.  It is the semicircular bldg with the painted tile representations of all the provinces with the fountain in the middle that they light up with various colors at night during the spring fair (Feria).  I notice they use it in the latest Star Wars movie (they cut off the towers and made domes with their digital picture editing), and it was the Cairo British army hdqtrs bldg in Lawrence of Arabia.  It is a little run down now - broken tiles, pidgeon damage etc. The time change traveling to europe is still brutal.  When they are up and about in Spain, it is the wee hours of the night in California.  I never got fully adjusted to it in the two weeks, but it was pretty easy to re-adjust to California time once we returned.  Also, 12 hours on an airplane each way is no fun.  But I did pick up a fascinating biotech book at the airport to read - "Genome" by Matt Ridley - tells you everything you didn't want to know about why you are what you are.  Hope you are fine. Bob Briggs
From: David Swenson, SP5, 98J, Det 27 & 4-2,MR66-68, (Michelle), 40 Kennedy Dr., Keene, NH 03431, 603-357-5651, To: "bill baskervill" <> Cc: <>; "Robert Reid" <reid@InfoAve.Net>; "Keith Blackey" <>; "Gil Bouffard" <>; "Don Ackerman" <>; "BOB BRIGGS" <>; "Michael Hilliard" <>; "Jennifer Olshove" <>; "Clifford L. Faith" <>; <> Sent: Sunday, July 21, 2002 1:23 PM Subject: Re: reunion - Hi Hound, -  (edited) Good to hear from you.  I pulled the below info from the reunion page of the NASAA.  Is this the reunion you are referring to?   I was in Manzarali in early 1966 (couple of weeks) being processed for Det 4-2 in Adana and in Karamursel for a day during a "touch and go". If you and any other Det 4-2 types plan on attending, I will definitely make an effort to be there! Let me know.  I do have a tentative business trip to the Washington area in another month or so-will keep you posted-maybe we can touch base?  Perhaps if Col OB returns your email he may have some ideas. One major challenge is reaching guys from the 1964-66 time frame. There are perhaps thirty + that we worked with that have disappeared tho I did hear from Steve Heintz, Al Lundberg and Vic Vogel's (MIA in 1966) family awhile back (they still referred to me as the "swede"). During phone conversation Swede gave me the following names of ex-4-2'ers
 A-3 Skywarrior Association: October 24-28, 2002, Van Nuys CA:  Coincides with the actual first flight of an XA3D-1 (BuNo 125412) at Edwards AFB on Oct. 28, 1952. Contact Mark Swisher, Treasurer, A-3 Skywarrior Association, 4225 Inspiration Dr., Benbrook, TX 76126-5216. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- KELBAUGH,  Gilbert (Gil) Subject: "The Hill," the veterans, the Reunion... Dear Mr. Green,  Rec'd a surprise phone call from the long-distant past last week --- from Mike Comroe, with whom I served at TRRS --- also whom I remembered instantly.  Thirty-nine years cannot efface the memories.  Comroe informs me plans are afoot for veterans of TUSLOG Detachments 4 and 27; and TRRS, to meet at Hershey, PA, 13 -- 15SEP02.  If you can provide, I would like the details. Gilbert (Gil) Kelbaugh, Formerly, SP/5, USA (1960-63), 059, Trick 4, Det. 4, and TRRS 7402 Sunday's Lane, RFD 3, Frederick, MD 21702, 301-898-9038    -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
LOVING, Wm E Jr., b-1942, brat, son of CPT Wm E. & Iona "Purkey" Loving, Det 27 Cdr, 57-60, 10216 Delray Rd., Glen Allen, VA 23060, 804-672-7328, I had a interesting phone conversation with Bill Loving Jr.  His parents are both deceased. CPT Wm E. Loving, b-1915 d-1SE1975. His wife Purkey died in 1975. From: Maurice Cammack To: ercgreen ; Bill Loving Cc: Jimbo Stephens Elder, thank you again for the effort and work you are putting into the upcoming reunion. It will be a resounding success I know, and you're the perfect example of why ASA and Det 27 were the best units in the Army. I never appreciated all I had until I went to the Infantry and found the "other half" of the intelligence spectrum. ha.  Bill, your Dad was the CO who re-enlisted me in 1958 and I still have my paperwork for that event. I am sorry to hear that he and your Mom have passed away. I remember CPT Loving as a good Commander, who was fair in his dealings with us young enlisted types in those days and who cared about his troops.  I haven't been able to talk to Tom Stephens this week, my telephone is out and I have been back and forth to the hospital.  Last Thursday, I had a real bad swelling of my bad leg, and when I went to the Doctor, they sent me on to our small country hospital for a sonogram of my vein.  The sonogram found blood clots again and they sent me to another hospital in Jackson, Mississippi.  The doctors there ran a veinogram and confirmed the problems.  I have to be operated on as soon as my primary Doctor gets back from a 3-week vacation in Sweden to have a stint placed in the vein so it will stay open.  The bad part of this is that I will be unable to attend the reunion this year since I won't be over the operation and can't travel for some time. I am, however, making plans for next year already, and if I can make it, I'll be there, as I am sure Tom will also.  On another subject, I never heard from Ron Crocheron, and the email never came back. I had hoped to look him up at the reunion, but will have to save that for next year also.  Bill, best wishes to you and your wife. Thank you again, Elder, and best wishes to you and your family also. Tom - When the telephone kicks in next week, I will call and fill you in also.  Sincerely, Maurice Cammack
VAN EREM, Bob   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------                                   MISSING VETS TELFER, Mark  and Brassfield, Jim  From:   gH, - I called some telfers in Iowa and Cal last week looking for Mark Telfer(Pat) who were from Newell, Ia. The number I have been trying for Cliff Telfer in Newell has finally been disconnected and I've had no luck in locating them. I kind of figured they stayed in CA when discharged from Two Rock in 69. The other no find is Jim Brassfield who I thought was from IL, OH or IN. I called numerous Brassfields with no luck. Anybody got any Ideas? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------                               ADDRESS CHANGE HAMILTON, Mark, DOB: 1943, E3-E5, 71B, S4, Det 27, JL64-DE66, (Marilyn), 5891 Countryview Dr., Hamilton, OH 45011, 513-892-2270.  - Talked to Mark on the 24th. They have moved from Orlando, FL and have purchased a new home in Hamilton, OH where Mark works for the Cort Furniture Rental Company as a Department manager, etc...... Mark intends to fit the Hershey reunion into his agenda as it was Mark who started the Manzarali website and he informs that he plans to up-date his pages and I offered any and all of my folders and the inclusion of the 2002 Memory Book therein is a possibility- - -gH -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------                                            DITS and DAHS A wise man will make more opportunities than he finds. - Francis Bacon