contributed by Dave Hayes

I took a look at the web site to see what the pictures looked like. About the only thing that looked slightly familiar after 40+ years was the guard shack at the main gate. I pulled many a night shift at that shack. One evening, I was disassembling and reassembling the .45 pistol that we were issued. About 0300, a car turned to the site, and there I was with this pistol sitting in pieces on the desk. I would have gotten my butt reamed for sure if I were caught. I stuffed the magazine into the receiver, and put it in my hip holster. It looked half way normal, and the Captain in the car never noticed.