This
page
is
about
a
place
called
Shemya
which
you've
never
heard
of
unless
you've
been
there
or
know
someone
who
has
been.
I've
included
a
map
below.
Shemya
is
a
two
mile
by
four
mile
island at the end of the Aleutian chain, 200 miles
from
Russia.
We
called
it
“The
Rock.”
It
is
a
godforsaken
place,
and
those
of
us
who've
experienced
it
share
a
certain
bond
of
experience
and
fraternity.
I,
as
an
Air
Force
captain,
was
sent
to
Shemya
for
my
remote
tour
and
was
'basically'
the
only
woman,
among
1400
men.This
was
not
so
easy..I
felt
what
it
is
like
to
be
'famous'..people
had
even
'heard
of
me'
before
I
got
there,
eeeks!
I
lived
there
a
year
which
was
the
normal
Air
Force
tour.
No
natives
live
there
nor
on
any
of
the
other
islands
near
by.
Shemya
is
the
second
last
island
in
the
chain,
and
on
the
outermost
island
(Attu)
were
based
a
few
Coast
Guard
members
operating
the
LORAN
station.
Sometimes
we'd
find
glass
balls
that
came
from
the
Russian
fishing
boats
(I
had
a
couple
of
my
very
own
Russian
balls.)
:)
On
clear
days,
'across
the
way',
I
could
see
the
uninhabited
island
Aggatu from my bedroom window; it was a very lovely site across the blue water.
While
at
Shemya,
I
experienced
the
'land
of
the
midnight
sun'.
I
was
amazed
to
discover
that
when
the
sun
didn't
go
down,
I
didn't
get
tired.
And,
I
find
it
interesting
that
I
don't
much
remember
the
drudgery
of
the
'ever-dark'
days
but
only
remember
the
extra
energy
of
the
oh-so-lovely
nights
of
light.
We
did
have
summer,
about
a
month's
worth,
and
during
that
time
many,
many
flowers
bloomed.
I
was
surprised
to
discover
that
Alaska
supposedly
has
more
varieties
of
orchids
than
any
other
place
(I
don't
remember
where
I
read
this,
but
I
DID
read
it.)
A
friend
was
on
leave
during
our
month
of
summer;
when
he
came
back
he
was
ohhing
and
ahhing
because
he
discovered
one
bedraggled
daisy.
I
said
"Will,
while
you
were
gone,
summer
happened!"
Poor
guy
missed
the
flowers
and
probably still doesn't believe they 'happened'.
The
weather
on
Shemya
can
change
in
a
flash;
I
have
never
experienced
this
rapid
weather
change
and
I've
been
to
a
lot
of
places.
After
it
snows
it
might
rain
or
the
wind
blows
the
snow
partially
away
leaving
the
exposed
brown
tundra.
As
soon
as
that
happens,
it
starts
snowing
again,
and
then
it's
sunny.
Or
so
windy
you
have
to
grab
onto
others
so
you
don't
blow
away.
This
all
could
happen
in
the
space
of
a
few
hours.
You
never
know
how
windy
it
is
because
one
is
used
to
gauging
the
wind
strength
by
how
much
a
tree
is
moving.
Without
trees
this
is
difficult.
One
is
never
concerned
about
a
weather
forecast
because
it
will
change
in
minutes.
There
is
no
way
to
describe
this
weather,
one
must
experience
it.
Although
average
precipitation
is
only
2
to
4
inches
per
month,
some
form
of
precipitation
occurs
on
a
nearly
daily
basis
often
in
the
form
of
'mist'
(and
yet
it
felt
'dry'
there
because
of
the
low
dewpoint).
It
isn't
frigid,
just
the
strong,
strong
wind
adds
to
the
chill
factor.
The
average
temperature
is
39.4
degrees
F,
with
the
average
low
temp
being
30.6
degrees
F
in
January,
and
the
average
warm
temp
being
49.7
degrees
F
in
August.
You
will
note
the
temp
is
relatively
the
same
for
the
whole
year.
The
winds
and
the
waves
are
big...during
WW2,
more
people
were
lost
to
the
bad
weather
than
at
the
hands
of
the
enemy.
You
might
find
it
interesting
to
check
here
for the current conditions.
Our
workweek
included
Saturdays,
so
there
wasn't
all
that
much
time
off.
I
spent
after
hours
playing
paddleball
(we
called
it
that,
I'm
wondering
if
it
was
really
raquetball?).
I
loved
that
game,
and
got
really
good
because
all
the
guys
wanted
to
play
with
'the
woman'.
At
first
they
'treated
me
gently',
but
after
losing,
they
decided
I
might
be
serious
competition
which
only
helped
me
get
better.
:)
There
was
a
guy
on
base
who
ate
a
lot
of
garlic;
he
probably
took
garlic
capsules
for
health.
When
he
played
right
before
we
did,
the
court
smelled
pretty
darn
bad
since
the
garlic
would
escape from all his sweating pores. I love garlic, but not this way. :)
I
was
constantly
invited
to
be
the
guest
of
honor
at
various
parties
(at
places
like
this...eeeeks!)
and
I
frustratingly
wondered
why
none
of
the
male
officers
were
asked
to
be
guests
of
honor.
I
was
repeatedly
told
that
I
was
there
as
a
morale
factor,
that
it
was
my
duty
to
attend,
and
people
were
upset
when
I
refused.
I
would
rather
have
faded
into
the
wall
and
been
just
another
captain,
there
doing
a
job,
rather
than
a
source
of
'entertainment'.
Not
being
a
drinker
(a
pastime
of
many
on
Shemya),
I
was
more
interested
in
the
hobby
shops,
and
the
aforementioned
paddleball.
On
Sunday
mornings,
my
buddies
and
I
had
our
weekly
breakfast
at
the
club
where
we
laughed
and
enjoyed
the
morning
of
our
day
off.
Shemya
had
a
radio
and
TV
station
(actually
the
Air
Force's
station),
and
a
movie
theatre.
I
didn't
have
a
TV,
so
never
saw
it,
but
they
ran
various
movies
and
old
shows
like
“All
in
the
Family”
and
“Marcus
Welby”
without
commercials.
Going
to
the
theatre
with
my
parka
hood
pulled
over
my
head,
I
felt
wonderfully
anonymous,
but,
when
the
movie
was
funny,
and
I
laughed,
people
would
start
turning
around
knowing
I
was
there.
The
movies
weren't
the
most
current;
the
movie
I'll
always
remember
was
'Blackula',
an
African
American
take
on
'Dracula'.
I
was
amazed
(several
years
later)
to
discover
that
my
movie-buff
friend
had
actually
seen it. They sold popcorn and goodies at the theatre.
Tuesdays
and
Fridays
were
our
big
exciting
days
because
mail
was
delivered
(so
we
ALWAYS
had
air
mail)
:).
We
had
to
learn
to
get
our
outgoing
mail
done
in
order
to
make
mail
run.
Mail
run
was
the
biggest
morale
booster
there
was...our
contact
with
the
real
world.
I
imagine
these
days
e-mail
is
used
which
I
think
would
be
wonderful
for
keeping
in
touch
and
keeping
things
real.
Also
on
these
days
fresh
milk
and
eggs
were
delivered,
and
new
people
were
delivered,
and
those
whose
time
was
up
gladly but a little fearfully, left.
I hadn't planned on putting anything about
Shemya on this website, but recently after
a
discussion
with
a
friend,
I
checked
the
web
and
found
a
very
comprehensive
site
by
George
Smith
about
Shemya
.
Reading
that
site
and
its
guestbook
led
me
to
deep
reflections
about
'the
Shemya
experience',
and
I
was
moved
to
share
a
few
pictures
and
words
from
that
time
and
place.
I
am
hoping
that
somehow
my
Shemya
page
will
reconnect
me
to
some
people
who
have
been
a
part
of
my
'ancient
long
ago'.
I
have
seen
a
few
of
my
friends
since
I
left
the
island
and
I've
thought
about
and
wondered
about
them
and
others
during
the
years.
If
you
are
(or
know
of)
any
of
these
people,
please
write
me,
Barbara
Nowak,
here
:
Larry
Pack,
Robert
Stambaugh,
Stefan
Beck,
Lee
Jacobs,
James
Garlock,
Elliot
Boney,
Ron
Greene,
Ed
Cone,
Stan
Stahl,
and
Will
Zettler.
Col
Ohlinger
from
the
'16th'
(who
I
did
not
work
for
and
I
wish
I
had,
my
experience
would
have
been
a
lot
better)
supposedly
had
cancer,
I'm
wondering
about
him.
And
Jane
Snively
from
Portland
Oregon
(whose
last
name
is
probably
changed),
visited
the
island
as
part
of
an
education
program,
and
I'd
love
to
reconnect
with
her.
If
you
know
any
of
these
people,
or
if
you
know
me
and
I
haven't
mentioned
your
name,
WRITE ME
!!
Shemya post-wwii scrapbooks
(Barbara Nowak, 1974)
When
I
landed
on
Shemya
(two
miles
by
four
miles
long),
I
was
impressed
by
the
incredibly
blue
water,
the
color
one
finds
in
a
swimming
pool.
I
didn't
realize
that
real
water
could
be
that
blue.
I
could
see
seal's
heads
bobbing
around
and
ducks,
geese,
and
seagulls
flying,
as
we
drove
around
the
island.
The
long
strip
on
the
left
is
the
runway.
One
had
to
be
an
excellent
pilot
to
land
in
the
snowy,
foggy,
icy,
conditions.
Shortly
after
I
left
the
island,
a
huge
earthquake
'broke'
the
runway
in
two.
The
year
that
I
was
on
the
island
we
had
many,
many
small
quakes,
but
normally
what
they
felt
like
was
a
big
heavy
truck
rumbling
by,
vibrating
the
building
rather
than causing serious damage.
Sitting
on
the
ocean
edge
in
my
parka.
The
rock
is
molten
lava,
and
is
very
dense
and
black
(thus
the
nickname
for
Shemya,
'the
Black
Pearl
of
the
Aleutians').
The
island
itself
is
a
rather
big
junk
heap.
When
the
U.S.
left
this
place
after
WW2,
they
dumped
millions
of
dollars
of
new/used
equipment
off
the
shores.
One
can
see
all
kinds
of
junk
including
bullets
and
other
kinds
of
ammunition,
in
amounts
that
are
uncomprehendable
in
size,
and
old
trucks
and
planes
etc,
rusted
in
junkheaps.
It
is
called
the
'million
dollar
junk
pile'.
It
would
have
been
more
expensive to get all that stuff back to mainland U.S.
Seeing
a
sunset
on
Shemya
was
rare
(picture
by
McKenzie).
Seeing
snow
that
landed
horizontally,
rather
than
straight
down
was
normal.
Fog
was
normal
too
as
were
winds
blowing
to
the
high,
high
heavens.
Also,
the
water
from
our
faucets
was
brown
(orange).
This
was
supposedly rust, and we were told it was 'safe'.
I
love
this
picture
(by
Tom
Ryan
)
of
the
tundra.
We
were
warned
not
to
walk
outside
in
it
because
hurricane
strength
winds
could
happen
in
a
split
second
and
we
could
possibly
fall
into
fox
holes
(dug
by
the
military
during
WWII)
that
were
covered
by
the
tundra
and
the
warning
was,
we
might
disappear
from
the
face
of
the
earth
forever.
Note
the
radar
in
the
background.
There
are
no
trees...the
wind
is
often
very
strong
and
no
tree
can
survive the conditions of the island.
"Big
Alice"
(another
creative
picture
by
Tom
Ryan).
We
would
always
hear
the
humming
of
the
radar
while
listening
to
the
radio
or
music.
Upon
returning
to
the
mainland,
I
discovered
that
music
I
had
taped
contained
the whooshing of the radar. :(
This
picture
gives
you
perspective.
You
can
see
Big
Alice
in
the
picture
above
this
one,
and
here
you
see
where
it
is
relative
to
the
other
buildings.
The
composite
building
is
giant.
It
houses
offices,
eating
facilities,
BX,
most
living
quarters,
etc.
People
also
lived
in
the
dorm
across
the
street
from
this
composite
building.
Note
my
room,
and
my
office.
:)
Nothing
was
painted.
I
at
first
couldn't
handle
the
drabness,
it
all
looked
so
old
and
creepy.
I
was
told
that
because
of
so
much
rain
and
snow
and
salty
humid
air
the
wooden
buildings
needed
to
breathe
rather
than
be
covered with paint.
This
is
a
close
up
of
the
picture
above
this
one,
where
I've
pointed
out
the
office.
This
building
was
designed
by
the
same
person
who
designed
San
Quentin.
Can
you
see
why?
:)
Note
the
totem
pole,
and
the
fact
that
the
flag
is
blowing in the usually present wind.
The
blue
(actually
Russian)
fox
was
the
only
animal
that
lived
on
the
island
(well,
maybe
there
were
mice
and
rats?).
We
were
warned
to
be
careful
because
they
might
carry
rabies,
and
as
you'll
note,
I'm
being
careful.
:)
I'm
actually
feeding
the
poor
guy
a
stone..
That's
Ed
Cone's
truck.
Ed,
are
you
around???
There
were
a
couple
of
dogs
too, but they weren't around where I ever saw them.
I'm
always
impressed
looking
at
a
map
of
this
place.
We
were
very
far
from
EVERYwhere;
actually,
200
miles
from
Russia
(and
about
1500
air
miles
from
Anchorage).
The
International
Date
Line
bent
around
us,
on
a
clear
day
we
could
see
tomorrow.
:)
We
were
between
the
Pacific
Ocean
and
the
Bering
Sea
and
these
two
water
bodies
meeting
is
what caused the hurricane-proportioned winds and waves.
Welcoming
General
Carlton
from
SAC
(Strategic
Air
Command).
I
am,
of
course,
demonstrating
my
most
elegant
military
bearing
here,
standing
at
'full
military
attention'! :)
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