Geez, Mike, do many guys stay over there for that long of a period of time? Eight years seems like a loooong time to be in the sandbox.
I guess you get used to it. "Institutionalized," as Brooks said in The Shawshank Redemption. Most people are smart enough not to stay that long, though.
I will have to wait till I get home to see your pics. Our company net blocks all of Photo buckets pics along with a ton of others. Glad I inspired you to post. People back home just don’t have a clue on what goes on over here behind scenes. And they should.
Pretty similar pics to yours, only a bit less cover back in the early days.
X2 here.... Great shots! Man some of those vehicles are shot-up pretty badly!
Looks like it can be hotter than hell during the day and freezing cold at night..
Those pictures took place over two summers and one winter, so there were both hot and cold, although not usually at the same time. 130* on the ground was not abnormal during the summer, and we had enough snow one time in February to scoop it off the vehicles for a snowball fight, although it didn't stick to the ground.
Thanks for sharing. Bet you're glad to be headed home, even if your new garage will be smaller.
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Very interesting thread. I'm really impressed with the facility and the work that you did. Back in my day, Vietnam, most of what you fixed would have been junked or evacuated to depot in Japan or the US. You may be a civilian but bullets and bombs don't know the difference and I appreciate your service. What will you be doing when you come home?
Plenty was junked... I have pictures of piles of Humvees and 5-tons stacked in the DRMO.
I have a garage to build when I come home!
http://www.garagejournal.com/forum/showthread.php?t=141169
Very cool pictures, thanks for sharing.
Will those uparmored humvee windows stop a 7.62 round?
I believe the pockmarks in the windshield I'm standing next to in one of the pics came from an AK-47.
We used a 20oz ball peen hammer one day and tried to go through one of the 5" thick side glass windows. At the end of the day, 4 or 5 of us had worn out arms, and there was a small pile of glass chips on the ground, but we hadn't even made it through one layer of the glass.