Taken in late-April, standing in front of "The Plant" are (L-R) Sgt. Bob Reynolds, Amn. Jeff Vandenboss, and Sgt. Jim Iverson. Bob was one of the smartest men I ever met, Jeff could whistle like he was playing an actual musical instrument, and Jim was one of those crew-chiefs who always knew how to "tweak" the checklists so that our arctic-weather tasks were always completed a little faster than the time allotted. This is our "casual" Spring dress, or, in words, we're obviously working indoors, otherwise these guys would also be wearing parka pants, "bunny boots," full-length over-mittens, face masks, and insulated caps! Our shop was located only a few miles to the west of Plaster Rock, New Brunswick, which often reports the lowest mercury readings in North America. In late February, especially after nights with clear skies and no wind, it was not unusual for our little swamp to awaken to -40F temperatures! As for the "wind chill" equivalents in which we had to work outdoors, well, look up "brutal," "unmerciful" and "insane" in the dictionary!

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CJ & I visit, 2011:  If it was a “beat the swords into plowshares” process, I could accept this empty shell as a sign that civilization is progressing.  Alas, I’m convinced what is taking place in this WSA is a concerted effort to erase from our cultural memory the evidence of the mass insanity with which our nation infected itself.  In this, as do the veterans who see tourist trinkets being hawked at memorials and real estate developers eying the fields and beaches where so many suffered and died, I am deeply, deeply offended.  Here should be a brass plaque, for all the world to see, “They served honorably a cause their masters perverted far beyond any sense of the defense of either homeland or freedom.”