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What would a trip to Charleston be without a stop at the main gate, and
the "Strip"?
Boy, that ought to stimulate some memories and sea stories! Let's hear from
you sailors! Well, this is what's left of the Main Gate at Reynolds Avenue.
This is the gate we would come out of, and head for the "Strip", across the
street. The Marine's Guard Shack is gone from the center of the road as you
can see. Remember the Jar Heads asking for your ID when you came back half
in the bag? I think they were always looking to get us in trouble! They
could never get over the idea of having their paychecks issued by the
Department of the Navy! Poor sports! Hey Vic..... Vic Martino, are you
looking closely??? The flagpole for the Base Commander was just ahead, in a
circle where the road split to the left and right. Remember the night
"someone" took the Admiral's flag down right under the noses of those "Jar
Heads", and hauled butt as fast as they could on some yardworker's bicycles
to get back to their ship before it was discouvered it was gone? Ha,ha! It
took balls, brass b! alls, that's all I can say!!
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