FOB Chapman

I stopped here from time to time, mostly to take a quick break. Occasionally, we’d also drop off guys the FOB workers told us to go out and pick up so we could give them a ride back. Sometimes we’d stop in if they were having a rough day, or they would call and say they needed help with something that always seemed urgent. It was a little strange, seemed like they would only invited us over when they needed something. Otherwise it was always us being proactive with our friendship and driving over to say hello. There were some cool old Soviet planes and buildings scattered around, but they seemed to be in serious need of maintenance. I never saw the planes fly anywhere, and you could see holes in them—which I don’t think were there by accident.