Minor Happenings on Guam

When we first landed we encountered a lot of rain one day. When you moved on this slick mud it was very hard to keep your feet, but we learned to take shorter steps. One day we came upon a familiar scene; Keith, always looking for a fight, had found another one; on the way to Oceanside from Farragut he was playing cards with this guy; they argued; Keith slapped him, and the shorter guy slapped him back! Well, now here they are on Guam, in the mud and Keith wanted someone to get the other guy off him because he wanted to box; no one offered anything to either contestant and there they were; Keith pinned in the mud and the shorter guy took some mud and smeared his face! I left with some friends. At the end of our stay on Guam we heard Keith had hit an officer and was in the brig! No surprise there. At Barrigada a Seabee showed up with his bulldozer and knocked down coconut trees, and we would run along throwing big clogs of dirt, etc. to kill the rats. About every eight days we rotated and that day was free; we could do anything, wash clothes; take a shower (we jerry-rigged a bucket of water over our heads so we could get water and the shower was set up between the tents). Also, I should mention that the urinal consisted of a 3-4" diameter pipe buried in the ground, at an angle so the opening was about 26-30 inches above ground, which we all used. We always noticed that a daughter of the Chamorros living in the hut above us was always washing clothes about 40 feet from us and when using the urinal we were looking right at her working. We ignored her mostly, as she probably did us.