I had my 1968 Thanksgiving dinner at lunchtime at the USAF Tachikawa AFB (Japan) hospital with a fellow patient who I met at the table. We were both mobile and lonely and decided to go to Mt. Fuji via a narrow guage mountain RR. We got off the train where the route ended in Nov. We then hiked as high up as we dared in the snow. (not too far) It worked out real fine. we forgot it was Thanksgiving and that we were alone and away from our families. We partied on the way down with Japanes strangers who didn't even know what Thanksgiving was all about. Must have been memorable to me, for I remember the whole day quite clearly.
November 1976 I was a loadmaster on a C-141 flying out of Yokota Japan headed toward Seoul, Korea when my eardrum burst due to foolishly flying with a cold and I ended up spending the Thanksgiving holiday in the Osan AFB hospital.
I always flew with a special blend of market orange-spice tea for those long hauls across the pond (Pacific)On Thanksgiving day, I asked the orderly to brew up my whole batch of tea for everyone and they all agreed it was the best treat they could ever imagine.
Funny how you forget about those things until years later. All those stangers were drawn so close together over a cup tea and then we never heard from each other again.
Oh well, Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!