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Chuck Murray on February 10, 2020 at 8:47 AM said:

Here's the rest of the Wakkanai segment from my memoirs:

One particular manifestation of this condition was two epithets inscribed on many legible surfaces around the Base, expressing the communal attitude. One of the writings was "I H T F P," which stood for "I Hate This F------ Place!" It was an updated version of "Kilroy Was Here," which American soldiers had carved or written on walls and other visible surfaces throughout the European and Pacific theaters during World War II and the occupation period thereafter.
The second carving or writing on Wakkanai walls is the theme of this blog: "W A R B I," which stood for "We Are Ruled by Idiots." That theme has stayed with me through all my subsequent years. It brings me great comfort in those certain moments when I have knocked myself out to deliver a near-perfect and unprecedented accomplishment before my superiors only to have it either ignored, taken for granted, or even disparaged as of no value whatsoever.
When any of that happens, I console myself with "Oh well, it's just WARBI again." What a great mantra for this egomaniac with an inferiority complex, demoralized idealist, and frustrated perfectionist.
Chuck Murray on February 10, 2020 at 8:42 AM said:

Here's a chapter on my 12-month tour at Wakkanai in 1959-60 from my memoirs entitled "WARBI."

When the thirty-seven week course (at Monterey)ended, our entire class, minus a few flunk-outs, was shipped over to northern Japan for a twelve-month tour of duty as Russian Language Radio Voice Intercept Operators and Processing Specialists. Wakkanai was classified as a remote site for good reason. It lies at the northern-most tip of the northern-most Japanese island of Hokkaido, two degrees north of the Siberian port of Vladivostok.
Because of its proximity to the North Pole, Wakkanai had very little daylight in the dead of winter and little darkness in mid-summer. It snowed from September through May with an average accumulation of 260 inches. They didn't plow much in the winter. The houses in town were at least two stories high. The summer entrance was at ground level, and the winter entrance was on the second floor.
Life on the base was crazy. All the facilities were connected by a labyrinth of above-ground tunnels to avoid exposure to the raging elements We worked rotating shift: five days on day shift, then twenty-four hours off; five days on evening shift, then another twenty-four hours off; finally, five days on the midnight shift, followed by seventy-two hours off. In between shifts, the Airmen's Club was the hub of on-Base activity. Lucky Lager sold for twenty cents. Top-shelf booze went for a quarter a shot. Manhattans, Martinis, Singapore Slings and other such concoctions were thirty-five cents. A dollar bought you a killer Zombie - only one to a customer. No one could drink two.
For the more adventurous, there were three GI bars just outside the Base's main gate, where native booze was served, enhanced by a bevy of lovely young dance hostesses in the tradition of the classic geisha girls. Homesick GIs would sit in a booth with a dance hostess of his choosing, buying drinks for her and for himself, dancing with her to records of old hit tunes from the States, and all the time hoping for the pleasure of her favors after closing time. This hope seldom materialized, as the object of his affection would mysteriously disappear just before the appointed hour. This was called "getting fished." It happened mostly to newly arrived troops, called "Jeeps" by the seasoned troops. Jeeps usually got fished several times upon their arrival before catching on to the game.
The good old boys in the bars knew better. Real companionship with those ladies of the evening was found in "moosing." Moose was a term for young woman. You moosed by finding the one you wanted and moving her into an apartment in town. The official term was "cohabitation," which was a forbidden act under the terms of our Top-Security clearances. Fortunately, all the officers looked the other way at moosing. Our Base Commander was known to have two mooses - one in town and another in South Wakkanai.
Like booze in the Airmen's Club, moosing was cheap. A small apartment in town rented for 4,000 yen a month or about $12 under the exchange rate in those days.
Cigarettes at the Base Exchange were also a great bargain - $10 a carton, $11 for filter-tips. For the typical 19-year-old enlisted man, Wakkanai was a sinful paradise.
Despite all these affordable pleasures of the flesh, an indefinable malaise seemed to prevail among the troops. The work schedule may have had something to do with it, leading to frequent sleep deprivation. The absence of sunlight over the long winter months, coupled with sub-zero temperatures, gale-force wind, and snow up to the eyeballs, did not make for cheerful states of mind. The mood of most days was cynicism and gloom.
One particular manifestation of this condition was two epithets inscribed on many legible surfaces around the Base, expressing the communal attitude. One of the writings was "I H T F P," which stood for "I Hate This F------ Place!" It was an updated version of "Kilroy Was Here," which American soldiers had carved or written on walls and other visible surfaces throughout the European a
Jim Woolridge on January 31, 2020 at 3:59 PM said:

Just checking in. Nice to see the site still active and I enjoy reading the comments and viewing the pictures. Wakkanai was an unforgettable, unique experience.
My last name beginning with a W actually worked out favorably for me for once because the first few names in the alphabet got sent to Samsun and the last three of us got Wakkanai.

I was there from January 66 to April 68, 294 on Charlie flt. Sgt Kinnard was my boss followed by Sgt Francis Scott (Scotty)
Ron Tice on January 28, 2020 at 10:26 AM said:

Thanks again Bob,I did find one that was actually made in Japan,Didn't look very well made,hand sown ,wanted about 12 dollars for it,Never seen one while there in 1970-71.Take care.
Bob Grzanka on January 27, 2020 at 4:29 PM said:

Ron, when I was there in 1966, I don't think there was a patch for the 6986th. Floridajim.com does have a lapel pin specifically for the 6986th.
Ron Tice on January 27, 2020 at 3:36 PM said:

OK,found the site for Security Services,JDL,nothing there for 6986th Security Group patch,for Wakkanai Air Station.Just a general patch of Security Services.
Ron Tice on January 16, 2020 at 9:18 AM said:

Thanks Bob,I found my SAC,pin there also
Bob Grzanka on January 10, 2020 at 9:34 PM said:

Ron, you can find patches and hats at JDLgraphics and/or floridajim.
Ron Tice on January 9, 2020 at 2:30 PM said:

Was at Wakkanai 1970-71 CES Plumbing Section.If anyone knows where to find a Patch for Wakkanai,you can E-mail me @ ronnietice@hotmail.com Thanks
Ron Tice on January 9, 2020 at 10:24 AM said:

Wondering where to purchase a Command Patch for the 6986th Security Group.Seen one that looked pretty cheap made in Japan,think the cost was around 10.00$.Have some from my other bases where I was stationed,SAC patch,22nd CES patch from March AFB,have one coming from 4392nd CES from Vandenberg AFB.Just looking to add to my collection. Thanks
Blake Dozier on December 25, 2019 at 5:57 AM said:

Good to see someone from my time, Apr 65-Jul 66, and Dog Trick, Bill Marqus. I was a 203 in the Quonset hut on hill one and then hill 2. Bill, were you there the night of the fire alarm? We were all outside in the snow wearing machi boots and a blanket. We later found out that someone, Tiny Marqueson(?), had tried to have a marshmallow roast in a trash can in the latrine. I wish I would remember the name of my roommate. We all called him Van. There is a NSFW story about Van that I have been telling for years since leaving Wakkanai. Van threatened me with death if I ever told the story. Still some of my favorite memories. Good people, good times, and great chow hall after arrival of MSgt Major. I spent most of my time (and money) in town at the Bear Bar. It was a lot cheaper than going across the street. Sawa-San and his wife Tamiko were good friends I miss them. After being at Wakkanai, I bet no one ever complains about snow. I'm now living in Whitakers NC and enjoying retirement without snow. Merry Christmas and warm memories to all.
Dennis Price on December 23, 2019 at 7:55 AM said:

Spent 2 Christmases at Wakkanai, 1967 & 1968.
Dave Johnson on December 22, 2019 at 8:10 PM said:

Once again it's time to wish all the Wakkanai alumni a merry Christmas and a great New Year. My Christmas in Wakkanai was 60 years ago. How is that possible?
Howard "CLEM" Kletter on November 7, 2019 at 9:42 AM said:

I was at Wakkanai 3/62-2/63 "D" flt 29252. I drove the half track between shifts. There during Cuban Crisis. Had USO tour Johnny Cash. I never saw the show, but got to guard his plane 15 miles from base with no phone & 5 rounds of ammo.

after all these years anyone remember me get in touch
hklet1@yahoo.comx
Dennis Price on November 6, 2019 at 6:51 AM said:

F. Dwayne Janik: There is a link to the left on this page that says "Support the WAS Website". Click on this and it will show you how to contribute.

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