Right around now, about 18-24 hours out, all our stuff would be in from the field and tied down in the gunpark, the beer and snacks would be bought, the movies rented, and Camp Butler* would be girding for the rain and wind.
The Typhoon Party likely will have kicked off in earnest in a few hours. Unless the killjoys have forbidden those now, too.
That was a hell of a deployment. Ship me somewheres east of Suez…. Kipling was right, of course. “If you’ve ‘eard the East a-callin’, you won’t never ‘eed naught else.”
I do hope there is minimal damage and no loss of life. But oh, to be back there, for one more typhoon party, among those magnificent Marines.
Ironically, while Romeo 5/10 was riding out a typhoon in the Far East, Hurricane Fran was making a shambles of our permanent home on the North Carolina coast. TV images showed five feet of water in downtown Wilmington, and a handful of Marines had significant damage to their homes, one or two were sent home.
[*The mighty Romeo Battery, 5th Bn, 10th Marines, UDP to 3rd MarDiv back in 1996, rode out one typhoon at Camp Fuji, on mainland Japan, as well. After shooting up most of the battalion’s (3/12) ammo because they were stuck on Oki due to their own typhoon.]