[Red_Devil 232]

I was nine to twelve when my Father was stationed there. Get me near the water, ocean or pool, and my Mother could not get me out! I returned there many years later after I had left the Marine Corps to visit my Sister who lived there. The place was so built up I did not recognize it.

I remember when basically the only hotel on the beach was the Royal Hawaiian.

Pink building in the bottom of this picture.

[who knows what evil?]

We were only there a year or so...I was eight. We spent a week on the ‘Big Island’...rode over on a LST (?) thru rough waters...didn’t think it was possible to puke that much...OMG...it was hell. Excepting the Lake Champlain ferries; I haven’t been on a boat since.