Whew! thanks God your safe.
I remembered some stories of my father when he was working in the Pacific, Wake Island, where they brace themselves in chains during a typhoon. Then there was a big log flying from nowhere that hit thier barracks and made a hole through solid concrete.
I remembered some stories of my father when he was working in the Pacific, Wake Island, where they brace themselves in chains during a typhoon. Then there was a big log flying from nowhere that hit thier barracks and made a hole through solid concrete.








































