I worked as a Radioman at the USTDC building that held the radio communications. I was a Radioman with the Navy. I lived in the signal compound barracks and my houseboys’ names were Ting and Jimmy (Hu?). Not sure of the spelling of Jimmy's last name. I remember they were both at least 40 years old. Jimmy was planning to retire and move to
I ate almost everyday at the F.A.S.D. restaurant in the Signal compound. I made friends with two Taiwanese students who graduated from
I had a 1953 Triumph 500cc motorcycle that I bought from Lee Olsen in early 67, as he was getting discharged from the Army. I hung out with mostly Army guys. We used to get off midnight shift and go running all over
I believe I worked in building 18. Also note the small L shaped building to the right of 18. I think that is where Comseventhflt Det A had their shore to ship voice communications. I was TDY there for I think 6 weeks or more. There was one sailor on duty in that building for 8 hours each day. I think there were at least 4 of us. Weird things happened in that building. We all thought it was haunted and hated to stand the mid-watch alone. There was nothing to do except monitor communications and log in every 15 minutes or half-hour whatever happened. One night I was sitting there reading something, when a loud band struck the ceiling just over my head. I jumped up shaking. I ran outside to see if something fell on the roof, but nothing. Then I went back inside. In a couple of minutes there was another loud bang. I was getting nervous. We had a military 45 loaded and were ready to defend the building if need be. For the next couple of hours a loud band would strike about every 15 minutes. I figured one of my buddies got into the attic and was trying to scare me. I went back outside and walked around the building. No entrance could be found to get up there. Needless to say I was on pins and needles the rest of the night. I could not wait to get relieved by the following watch. When they came, I didn’t say anything, thinking they would think I was crazy. I went to the barracks and tried to sleep. That night I had to go back for my next watch. When I got there, I asked the guy I was relieving if anything unusual happened. He said, “Sure thing; something was banging on the ceiling.” He was scared and too had tried to find an opening to the attic. These continued for weeks and everyone who worked there heard it and was not amused. One guy got so frustrated he took the 45 out and shot a hole in the concrete barrier fence behind the building. We never told anyone else about the events figuring they would laugh at us.
The barracks I lived in was either 26 and 25 or 25 and 11. For some reason I had to move. We referred to them as the Signal Compound barracks. I think that only the barracks were referred to as the Signal Compound, but may have included the ball field and the MAA’s office, barbershop etc.