<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=us-ascii"></head><body dir="auto"><div><span></span></div><div><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=us-ascii"><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span></span></div><div><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=us-ascii"><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span></span></div><div><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=us-ascii"><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">. . . January 1972<br><br><img src="cid:7CDE83B0-6D47-42EF-8FDA-94EB9A0BA48F" id="7CDE83B0-6D47-42EF-8FDA-94EB9A0BA48F" width="728" height="754"></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">That's Steve Shirley sitting on the chair on the desk, Johnny Parcelle sitting on the corner of the desk, and Mike Schadd sitting on the floor in front of the desk. I'm the guy taking the photo.</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Those were the days . . .</div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></div><div><p class="s4" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">There are a couple things I can share (decades after the statute of limitations has expired).</span></p><p class="s4" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s4" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">- Back then, troops were allowed to smoke in the mess hall. There were ashtrays on every table. More often than not, there was a bowl of tea bags next to these ashtrays. One afternoon, right after finishing our lunch, Johnny and I decided to mess with the </span><span class="s3">mess hall. So we extracted the ground tea from a few of the tea bags, dump them into the ashtray, lit it, and walked off.</span><span class="s3"> (FYI: Smoldering tea leaves smells exactly like marijuana). Within an hour, the mess hall was crawling with MPI asking all kinds of stupid questions. Nothing ever came of it, though.</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s4" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">- A few months (maybe a year) later Johnny and I broke into the TO&E shed (behind the barracks) and appropriated (OK, we stole) several cases of C-rations. We took them to a small lake/pond a mile or two behind </span><span class="s3">Muna</span><span class="s3"> and buried them, where (unless some wildlife dug them up) they remain to this day. By the next morning, the CO was greeted by a couple CID guys. The CID stuck around for about a week or so, asking questions. Johnny, held a piece of paper by its edges, approached one of the CID agents and told the agent that he (Johnny) had found the paper outside the TO&E shed and that maybe there are some fingerprints on it. Like the teabag caper, nothing came of this either.</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3"><br></span></span></p><p class="s4" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">Ahh, the memories (as I continue to dig through my old, ancient photo archives) . . .</span></span></p></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Seeya 'round town, Moscow, because . . .</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Moscow Cares" (the most fun you can have with your pants on)</span></div><div><a href="http://www.moscowcares.com/" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000">http://www.MoscowCares.com</font></a></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></div><div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Tom Hansen</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Moscow, Idaho</span></div></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"There's room at the top they are telling you still.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But first you must learn to smile as you kill,</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">If you want to be like the folks on the hill."</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">- John Lennon</span></div></div></div></div></div></body></html>