HAPPINESS IS A MATTER OF TIME & PERSPECTIVE

Dear Friends,

Now, I want you to do something for me...I want you to be completely honest with me. I know what you are thinking, “Oh, my gosh, what in the world is Bob going to ask?” “Is he going to ask, ‘Really, what was that Swedish tourist girl like forty years ago?’” No! It isn’t anything as drastic as that...but, it is no less important! Do you remember when we were all stationed there at Iraklion Air Station forty years ago...thirty-seven years ago...thirty-five years ago...and we used to complain about Iraklion Air Station and Crete? Tell me if I am mistaken, but didn’t we used to say things like, “I’ll be glad to leave the ‘Rock’(Crete) and go back to the ‘World’ (USA)?” Or, perhaps, it was something like, “I can’t wait to get off of this God-forsaken island and go back to the land of fast food and even faster women."

Now, I am not being critical...I used to say the EXACT same things, or perhaps even worse. After all, I was there for a total of two years, eight months! But, have you noticed how our perspective has changed over the years since we have been gone from Crete? Sometimes I think that we used to say the things that we did about I.A.S. and Crete, because it was in vogue. We wanted to be like our friends and say the things they said, so that we would be considered, “cool”. But, in the years that I have been gone, my attitude has changed, and I think that your attitude has probably changed as well. So, how do we reconcile the differences...the way that we felt when we were stationed on Crete, and the way that we feel now? I think that Nikos Kazantzakis, in his novel, ZORBA THE GREEK, summed it up very well, when he said, “While experiencing happiness, we have difficulty in being conscious of it. Only when the happiness is past and we look back on it do we suddenly realize - sometimes with astonishment - how happy we had been.”

Ha. Ha. I have to smile and laugh! Does that not sound like us today? When we were on stationed on Crete, we were truly not aware of just how happy we really had been, that is, until we had left Crete! And, now, when we look back on those wonderful days spent on Crete, we now realize, that for many of us, those were some of the happiest days of our existence!!!

Take care, stay well, and let me hear from you.

Your Friend and Fellow “Silent Warrior”,

Bob Armistead

ADDENDUM: Dear Friends, I think that perhaps I need to add a little clarification to the above post. I was not intending to imply that we were unhappy while we were on Crete, but I was implying that many of us failed to recognize how happy we had been while we were on Crete and perhaps did not realize the full positive impact that Crete had on our lives until after we had left. If I had been unhappy while I was on Crete, I certainly would not have extended for another year at the end of my initial 18 month tour, and, I would not have extended for an additional two months at the conclusion of that one year extension. AND...if I had been unhappy on Crete after my arrival 40 years ago, I would never have returned last year for a three month vacation, nor would I have returned again this year for another three month vacation. I still maintain my original conviction that we ofttimes complained, not because it represented our true feelings, but because we heard others complain, and not wanting to appear different, we echoed their complaints. I hope this will help to clarify my position.

Bob (the not-so-Silent Warrior)

O.K., RON, YOU ASKED FOR IT...

Dear Ron (and everyone else, too),

You asked me to take a photo of your "old" room in Dorm #307, so...on August 18, 2009, while I was on a mission to photograph the old Armed Force Radio and Television Service (AFRTS) building (#155) on Iraklion Air Station, I made my way over to Dorm #307. There were workers nearby working on adjacent buildings, and I knew they would run me off if they found me there...breaching the fenced-in area of the old dorms. But with the stealth of an SR-71, I slipped passed their watchful eyes...and found myself on the backside of Dorm #307. I entered the building from the middle doors about midway at the back of the building. Once inside, I made my way past debris on the floor, and various obstacles hanging from the ceiling like insulation, wires, metal framework and assorted wires. I turned left and started up the stairway...I gently placed my foot on each step, not knowing if it would bear my weight or if would collapse, burying me beneath piles of concrete and steel. Upon reaching the second floor, I peered down the west end of the hallway and then the east end of the hallway, looking to see if there were any other unauthorized intruders in the building. I turned left again and started up the stairway to the third floor, again carefully placing my foot on each step to see if it would support my weight. At the top of the stairs, I peered down the east end of the hallway; it was littered with debris but not as much as what was on the first and second floors. I walked down the hallway...slowly, deliberately...glancing into each room as I passed by. I didn't want to be surprised by some vagrant or squatter. At the end of the east hallway, I looked into the room that faced the highway. It was in poor condition. The lockers had been broken into, and the windows had been broken, but it was actually in better condition than most rooms on the first and second floors. I pulled my Nikon D200 from its case and began to shoot...

UPPER LEFT PHOTO: Ron Samson's room in Dorm #307. This view was looking south out his window.
UPPER RIGHT PHOTO: Ron Samson's room in Dorm #307. This was the west side of his room looking at the wall lockers.

UPPER LEFT PHOTO: Ron Samson's room in Dorm #307, looking slightly southwest out his window.

UPPER RIGHT PHOTO: Ron Samson's room in Dorm #307, looking in a slightly northwest direction.

UPPER LEFT PHOTO: Ron Samson's room in Dorm #307, facing in a northeasterly direction.

O.K., Ron, the good news is that I got the photos of your old dorm room as you requested. The bad news is that you have been called back to active duty and are to report immediately to Iraklion Air Station so that you can...CLEAN UP YOUR ROOM!!!

Your Friend and Fellow "Silent Warrior",

Bob Armistead

"O.K."?

Dear Friends,

One of the most enjoyous (is that a word?) things that I have experienced while here on Crete, is meeting new people, and them sharing many of their life’s experiences with me. One of the nicest couples that I have met here on Crete is a young man, Gunter, and his lovely girlfriend, Ute, both of whom are from Germany. Each evening for the last few nights, Gunter and I have met at the little taverna down by the beach – it belongs to Popi Mavraki...and, even though there are no signs identifying it as such, I just call it, “Popi’s Taverna”.

Gunter and I discuss many topics – among them: Greek language, Greek culture, Greek music, and Greek history. It seems that Gunter and I have a mutual respect to stay away from religion and politics. This evening when Gunter and I were talking, the gentle north wind was reminding us that autumn was not far off, and Gunter asked me a question. “Robert, do you know why ‘O.K.’ is called, ‘O.K.’, in English?” I looked at Gunter. I really had no idea. I think that I had read somewhere how “O.K.” had entered into the English language, but, here, sitting before my friend, Gunter, I was completely unable to remember how. I was a little embarrassed. “No, Gunter, I don’t know what ‘O.K.’ means or how it entered the English language”, I said. Gunter had a pleasant smile and he shared it with me as he spoke, “Well, it represents an anagram from the words, ‘ola kala’ in Greek. Ola means ‘everything’ or ‘all’...and kala means ‘good’. So, ‘ola kala” means ‘everything is good’, or, ‘all is good’...or, all is ‘O.K’. - 'ola kala'!"

I couldn’t argue with Gunter’s logic. It sounded reasonable...it sounded logical...and it sounded rational. Actually, it sounded...”O.K.”!!!

Life is good! Or, life is ...O.K.!!!

Your Friend and Fellow “Silent Warrior”,

Bob Armistead

ABOVE PHOTO: My new friends from Germany. Ute is on the left. Gunter is on the right. I (Bob) am in the middle.

RENOVATIONS ON BASE

Dear Friends,

When I returned to Iraklion Air Station on August 18, 2009, I noticed there was some renovation taking place on some of the buildings on I.A.S. There were also signs posted (in Greek) which I believe identified each on-going project and the amount of money (Euros) being spent on each project. I photographed the signs and am posting them here for you to see. However, I hope there might be someone who is articulate in Greek, and can interpret the Greek signs for those of us (like me!) who can't read Greek, and will then post the interpretations in the "comments" section at the bottom of this post. If the lettering on the signs is too small to read, just move your cursor and "click" over the image that you want enlarged.

Your Friend and Fellow "Silent Warrior",

Bob Armistead

UPPER LEFT PHOTO: This sign was posted at the corner of Main Street in front of what was the base library.

UPPER RIGHT PHOTO: This sign was posted in front of what was Building #203, the Service Club (Recreation Center), and is now the Mayor's office for the village of Gouves.

UPPER LEFT PHOTO: This sign was posted in front of what was Dorm #302. There was extensive work being done on Dorm #308, directly behind Dorm #302.

UPPER RIGHT PHOTO: This is Dorm #308 as it currently looks. The entire building has been recently painted with the exterior of each room having been painted in a soft pastel color. All of the exterior broken windows have been replaced with double pane windows. It has new recessed interior florescent lighting, and there is tile being laid around the perimeter edge of the dorm. I wasn't able to gain entrance because of the presence of workmen.

GUARD TOWERS ON IRAKLION AIR STATION

Dear Friends,

Last year there was some discussion about guard towers on Iraklion Air Station. While I was stationed there from December of 1968 through August of 1971, I personally don't recall there being any guard towers on I.A.S. That doesn't mean there weren't any - that just means that I didn't notice them at the time, or don't recall them now. However, in one of my photographs taken last year on I.A.S. and published here on my blog, there was what appeared to be a guard tower in one of the photographs. I returned to Iraklion Air Station on Tuesday, August 18, 2009, with part of my quest to discover if there were any guard towers, and, if so, how many. I walked almost the entire perimeter of the base (with the exception of that portion which is under control of the Greek military). I found two guard towers: One is located at the southwestern perimeter of the base, slightly north and west of the guard shack at the main entrance. The other was located at the southeastern edge of the antenna field. I took several photos of the towers, and I have also included the coordinates if you would like to access them on Google Earth.

UPPER LEFT PHOTO: This is the guard tower that is located at the southeastern edge of the antenna field. The coordinates are as follows: 35 19' 50.92"N, 25 17' 12.89"E. If you enter these coordinates on Google Earth, it will take you to the guard tower on the southeastern edge of the antenna field on I.A.S.

UPPER RIGHT PHOTO: This is the sign at the base of the guard tower located at the southeastern edge of the antenna field. The sign reads, "ENTRY CONTROL POINT".

UPPER LEFT PHOTO: This is the guard tower located near the southwestern perimeter of the base - just slightly north and west of the main entrance to the base. The coordinates are as follows: 35 19' 39.01"N, 25 16' 50.86"E. If you enter these coordinates on Google Earth it will take you to the guard tower on the southwestern perimeter of I.A.S.

UPPER RIGHT PHOTO: This is the guard tower located near the southwestern perimeter of I.A.S., just north and west of the main entrance to Iraklion Air Station. Immediately to the right of the guard tower are either water holding tanks, or perhaps sewage holding tanks. Does anyone know?

Your Friend and Fellow "Silent Warrior",

Bob Armistead

MYSTERY FRUIT EXPOSED!

Dear Friends,

I have to say that I am really impressed! I had no idea that I was keeping company in the presence of such learned ones. The vast majority of you guessed that the "Mystery Fruit" was a fig...and you were absolutely correct!!! I had originally thought that it was some type of plum, as did my good friend Melanie. Steve G. wasn't sure what it was, but assured me that it was completely benign unless eaten - then only Greeks wearing haz-mat suits would be able to enter my apartment to fumigate it and detoxify it!

Several of you had mentioned the laxative properties of the fruit, but from personal experience I must say that it was nothing like I was expecting. If it does possess laxative properties, it must be of the mildest type.

Anyway, early this afternoon I fixed myself a nice big Greek salad, topped with feta cheese and splashed with a generous helping of olive oil and vinegar. Then for dessert I had some fresh...you guessed it...figs!!!

Take care, stay well, and let me hear from you.

Your Friend and Fellow "Silent Warrior",

Bob (fig-face) Armistead

GUESS THE NAME OF THE FRUIT

Dear Friends,

O.K., everybody, let's play a game called, "Guess the Name of the Fruit". Every day since my arrival at my little apartment in Amoudara, my landlord’s husband has ventured just across the narrow road where the apartment building is located, and picked some type of fruit off of a tree which appears to be growing wild in a vacant lot. Yesterday, Wednesday, August 12th., after having picked a small bucket-full of the aforementioned fruit, my landlord’s husband came over to me as I was sitting on my patio sipping my morning coffee and extended a plate full of the fruit that he had picked earlier. Even though I had no idea what it was, or how it was to be eaten, I graciously accepted it amid a flurry of “Efharisto poli’s” (thank you very much). I carried the plate of the fruit inside and decided to try one. Was I supposed to peel it...wash it...boil it...cook it...or just eat it raw? Well, I decided to take a chance and just put one in my mouth and bite down. After placing it in my mouth, I bit down slowly...carefully...deliberately. It was very soft - almost mushy, and sweet, but not so sweet as to be overpowering. There must have been hundreds of tiny seeds, too many to be spit out, so I just munched them. They seemed to give a slightly crunchy effect to the softness of the fruit. The plate must have contained more than twenty of the fruit, and I ate about six or seven of them. Later that afternoon, when I saw my landlord, Stella, I asked her what the fruit was. She replied, “syka” (pronounced, “see'-ka”). Then, pointing at her abdomen, she said, “Good for the stomach...tomorrow”. O.K. Did I just eat something that has the laxative properties of prunes? I pondered if I should even venture out later that evening. I stayed close to my apartment, but there was no unusual increase in my “activity”. This morning, everything was normal (I can’t believe that I am even writing about this!!!). And, after taking the photographs posted below, I came back inside and even ate six or seven more of the mystery fruit. So, what is “syka”? Well, later this afternoon, I discovered the identity of “syka”. However, I am not going to reveal what the fruit is...not just yet. I want to give you a chance to identify it before I tell you what the fruit is. If you think you know what the fruit is, just click on "Comments" at the bottom of this entry, and enter what you think the fruit is. I will reveal its identity in just a few days.

To celebrate the fact that I had successfully discovered the identity of “syka”, I ate a few more of them and sipped on a small glass of raki! Life is good!

Take care, stay well, and let me hear from you.

Your Friend and Fellow "Silent Warrior",

Bob Armistead

TOP LEFT PHOTO: The fruit tree located just across the road from my apartment.
TOP RIGHT PHOTO: A nearly ripe fruit (purple) among the not-so-ripe (green) fruit.

















TOP LEFT PHOTO: A ripe fruit (left) next to an un-ripe fruit (right).
TOP RIGHT PHOTO: Three ripe fruit on a plate - ready for eating.
















TOP LEFT PHOTO: A fruit that has been sliced in half.