Hoppes #9 is one.
The smell of open sewers evokes strong memories of Subic Bay. Crossing the bridge over Shit River (I knew the real name once, but it's lost from my rapidly deteriorating memory) from Naval Station to Olongapo City and tossing money to the virgins under the bridge (I always tossed bills, not coins). I really, really loved being in the Philippines. Wonderfully warm and friendly people who always made me feel welcome. Most of them anyway. After Marcos was deposed, the New People's Army (just another bunch of selfish rat-bastard communists who thought that they should be the HMF'sIC in charge) began operating there.
Trips to Baguio City or out to the one of the islands. A long, long 3 weeks operating in the hills around San Miguel. Quiet evenings on the beach. Rowdy nights at the Zanzibar and Marilyn's.
Getting old kinda sucks.
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