A Pair of Gold Oak Leaves for Maese

New Years Day.
Just couldn’t turn down Capt Maese’s invitation to attend his promotion in Quantico. I had to see the guy get promoted who I first flew with when we were both in training before the fleet, and one of only two pilots who did the three deployments with me.

LtCol Volkert working the crowd like a seasoned late-night host

Museum promotion

Let’s hear what the man has to say…

Five former Red Lions, including Maj Elseroad, LtCol Volkert, Maj Maese, Myself, Sgt Valencia

Giving Maese an old Red Lions shoulder patch I found in Okinawa

Me and Gus Gus

Sayonara Okinawa

…And so after 6 short months I bid adieu to the island of Okinawa…


Farewell Futenma flightline,


Bye bye beautiful beaches, and the snorkeling that went with them,


So long seaside sunsets, with your rich dusk colors,


Goodbye drink vending machines that I could find on every street corner,


Au revoir Orion beer, which is only found on Okinawa,


Adios vodka tonics from Panic Bar (and the associated hangovers the next morning),


Have a nice life Habu Trail, for the countless miles I trampled over you have finished,


Until we meet again, endless open Ocean.

Parting Shots

As we prepare to depart Okinawa to return home, these final glimpses appeared before my camera lens.


A (mostly Flightline) Thanksgiving dinner in one of the barracks








Mission to H-60 Crash Site

A U.S. Air Force HH-60 helicopter crashed while landing at night on Monday, August 5 in the Central Training Area of Okinawa. Unfortunately, one crew member perished and the other three survived as the wreck — partially made up of magnesium — burned up and caught some of the surrounding jungle on fire.
There was very little left of anything resembling a helicopter, but the tiny pieces of melted metal and few larger components totaled thousands of pounds. No military trucks could reach the crash site; it was 1/2 mile from the LZ through thick triple canopy jungle and roughly sloped terrain. The Air Force’s own HH-60’s and the local USMC CH-46’s and MV-22 Ospreys were not capable of performing the external pick-up of the parts. A CH-53E was required.
The exact area was on the 45-degree slope of a hill, so to provide the necessary clearance for the helicopter to be able to hover over the cargo, a nearly football field-sized area of trees had to be cut down. An extra long cargo pendant, also for rotor blade clearance for the trees at the top of the hill, had to be used and was obtained from the Japanese military. All of these complications led to a lengthy delay of the retrieval of the helicopter wreckage, while cultural friction built as some Okinawan civilians voiced their desire to have the debris removed from the jungle on their island.
HMH-772 finally sent a Super Stallion to recover the Air Force HH-60 wreckage on October 12, making over a half dozen externals to successfully bring the metal remains to an LZ with trucks waiting.












Inside the Refurbished Hangar and Shop Photo

We have a hangar, technically, but we aren’t allowed to move into it or perform maintenance in it. The only purpose of the hangar so far has been to shelter the CH-53’s and Cobras inside when the base is at risk from a typhoon. When we stuffed the hangar with all our planes recently, I slowly walked through the quiet open space, taking pictures.





Traditionally, there usually is a squadron and/or shop photo associated with a deployment. Instead of making a mundane shop photo wearing our cammies after the squadron picture, we did ours several days later dressed in our usual working wear of oil-stained coveralls and flight suits. A driving idea behind these shop photos is the aircraft we used had no rotor blades yet, sort of a summary of the difficult battle we’ve had with the helicopters the entire deployment.
Also one trend I’ve noticed over the years is to take one serious-looking picture as well as one with any manner of ridiculous poses. We did both styles for the two different setups.




Goofing off




…..and Goofing off


Meeting up before the “World Peace Through Beer 2013” Hash of the Okinawa Hash House Harriers. Our start point was some small park near Torii Station on the Yomitan peninsula.


Chad Jones, taking a ride on the panda bear


Burroughs and Shane “Train” Hensley



The Grandmaster initiates the day’s event


Work Spaces

Instead of working in a traditional hangar, our lack thereof forced us to keep our tools and computers in interlinked white containers called vans. There is something about the sterile quality, and the muted, cool-tone walls that reminded me of a ship. I took several photos of the area over the past several months. The truth is, though, we are hardly ever in them except for a few minutes in the morning, and the last few minutes of the workday before we leave in the evening.


SNCO Van. The Gunny at work







Flightline shop Van


Barnes posing


Stanley in the corner


Wide Angle Lens

…I caved in and bought a pricey wide angle lens which I had wanted for a while. No longer would I run into the problem of not being able to fit all of the picture I wanted into the frame; this thing can go so wide it warps the photo like a fisheye. So the day I bought it I was driving around already and wanted to play around with the lens.


Zanpa Beach


Central Okinawa Coast, facing East China Sea



Zakimi-Jo Castle ruins


Work Randomness #5


Turning the camera diagonally was the only way to fit the C-130’s wingspan into the picture


Passengers out the side; cargo out with a forklift


I’ll be damned, one of the few photos of me


What bored Marines do when we couldn’t find our computer… make one out of a wooden box


Wolf and Clinger replacing a tail disconnect component


Tail Pylon detail


Rain on the horizon

Secluded Waterfall

These are photos from several days before when I was at a Hash House Harrier event. The nice landscape with the waterfall tucked inside it was a surprise bonus to me. I brought my camera along, but since every Hash is in a different place, I had no idea where we would end up at. Reminded me of some of the waterfalls on Oahu, Hawaii that were hidden in the dense growth where the windward side of the mountains rose up from the flatter ground.


Shredded paper, caught in a spider web, casting a floating illusion





Messages etched in stone surrounded the basin of the falls; some in Japanese, some in English


Fuel Cells and Sunsets


Venting out the fuel vapor fumes


Fuel Cell maintenance


Wolf, draining out the last drops


Futenma flightline sunset


Super Stallion framed by light


Same as above, but achieved a silhouette effect


Well, thanks to Hensley, I was introduced to a little thing called Hash House Harriers. He was very tight-lipped about it, treating the activity as if it was some secret cult. I knew it involved running, following some sort of marked trail, and drinking. Those happen to be three things I enjoy doing, so my curiosity was piqued. The first run — or Hash, as it is called — I went to in the beginning of September, but I never brought my camera until several weeks later. The Okinawa Hash House Harriers are apparently typical of all Hash House Harrier groups all over the world; they are a strange and eclectic mix of people. The rules are very arbitrary and strict, and the pre- and after festivities are steeped in tradition but must look silly to whoever passes by, or someone who attends for the first time.
The essence of the weekly events are the actual trail, where a ‘Hare’ lays a set of markings with chalk or what appears to be ground-up newspaper (“chad”), and the rest of the group starts off later to follow the trail. There is really no winner, even in the rare instance when someone catches the Hare, and the first person to finish, along with the last person, has to drink for their transgression. That’s about all I can say about it; I might have already said too much. These photos are of one such Hash, but they can only tell a small part of the story.



A worn running shoe, and the ‘hash’ or ‘chad’ to mark a trail


Hydrating myself with the beverage of choice before the Hash begins


The van used for Hashing, owned by the group, which appears to have been passed down since long ago


You write your name (or nickname — “Hash name”) in chalk at the finish


Where the festivities were conducted after this particular Hash, near a waterfall


The grand master of this group, hitting an offender in the face with fruit punch, in lieu of a beer


Two individuals getting doused on the occasion of their last Hash



Singing one of the many songs I have not been able to memorize yet. Typically well-known tunes with the lyrics replaced by questionable verses


I have had some opportunities to sample the local cuisine, but have never really shared anything on that topic. While sharing much in common with Japanese food, Okinawa still has its own distinct food culture, influenced by not only its tropical island climate and location, but outside influences from other Asian countries, and even from the American presence that has been here since the Second World War.
Seafood is, of course, heavily represented in the Okinawan dishes. Even sushi that is just so-so here is twice as good as the good sushi in America. From the Hispanic Americans came the now classic Okinawan meal called “Taco Rice”. Essentially, just think of everything that goes into a taco shell, except put it on a bed of white rice. Try eating that with chopsticks, it’s not easy.
While I do not have pictures of the delicious sushi or the Mexican-Asian remix of taco rice, I have found a couple that I have taken over the preceding months:


A sort of BLT, but with fatty pork cut extra thick. I actually feel fatter just looking at it.


Stanley consuming the above sandwich, at Daisy’s Cafe at Araha Beach.


A meal of a whole cooked fish, before….


….and after.



Barnes eating what I think is Squid-on-a-stick.


And Wynn from the Cobra Flightline, eating regular American processed food.

Work Randomness #4


Two Cobras and a Super Stallion


Thanks Gunny. Not everybody loves the camera


I felt like a wildlife photographer taking this picture through the bushes, of a helicopter in the ‘wild’


Portrait of Russell showing off his close-cropped moustache


The AMO showing up for the morning maintenance meeting


FOD walk, while the sun was still low in the sky


After a rain shower


I liked the conflicting angles of this view toward the tail


Rotorheads appearing through the wavy heat rising up from the curve in the flightline

Self-Portrait project


Staring into the past


Once you put it on, does it really ever come off?


Are medals made of cloth and brass, or are built from the actions it resulted from


Fonder memories


Squadron patches


I’itoi, the Native American ‘Man in the Maze’. Spontaneous choices lead to meaningful tattoos


We can’t wait to take the uniform off, but after our duty is finished we yearn to put it back on


Countless hours spent flying and sweating in that helmet


Wonder what’s next


Sentimental Armor


Well-worn chevrons


Hung up for good, or waiting for me to put it back on


Lone warrior


Revocation of Flight Orders

Shisa, the Guardian ‘Lion-Dogs’

The Shisa is a staple of Okinawan culture and even more prevalent when considering their architecture. It seems as if nearly every building on the island has two Shisa statues at the entrance, gate, or roof.
A Shisa is a cross between a lion and a dog, and the designs of them are distinctly East Asian. The origin of the symbol came from China hundreds of years ago. The twin Shisa dogs are believed to protect the building from evil spirits. One Shisa is male, and the other; female. Typically, the two Shisa are distinct by their mouths. I cannot remember which gender is which, but one’s mouth is open to scare away the evil spirits, while the other’s is closed to keep good fortune from leaving.


Shisa at near the aquarium park


At Shuri Castle.(Is that a soccer ball under his paw?)


A Shisa fountain near Kokusai Street


Two, seen at night, in a store window


One I previously displayed, at Shuri Castle

Naha’s Nighttime Landscape

These photos are from earlier in August, when a group of us went to Kokusai street in Naha for a festival. I had too many pictures to include, especially the ones I captured on our way back to the monorail station after the sun had set. Since I started getting into photography seriously, I have been intrigued by night photos, and particularly those taken with natural night lighting and no camera flash. These are somewhat random, there is no theme. I just like the mood and contrast of colors and artificial light of a city at night.

Inside a cafe, with the fading daylight

Canal and monorail track

Lanterns in front of a restaurant

The long walk back

One of the thousands of brightly illuminated drink machines

Ascending the escalator

Side street

Sharing a smoke

Monorail arrives

Finding the van in a parking garage

Red Riding Hood Redemption

Bird of Prey rehab


Piercing stare


Crib for a Hawk


An intelligent Raven’s playthings; not unlike a child’s


Food preparation


Mending injured talons

The Gray Wolves


Thumper watching over his pack


Cochise, the Omega male, the runt of the litter. His softer nature is visible on his face


Social creatures, second only to humans


During my presentation, I came to call this photo “Thumper, the kind of man who once tried to give mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to a dying Wolf








Flying Pictures

We have not been doing much flying, so I’ll put some photos up from several weeks before.

The Kerama Islands


Inside the cockpit

Rocky outcroppings

Small island settlements