Remembering a Christmas quarantine
Last updated 1/6/2021 at 4:18pm
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It was December 1970. Our Marine Corps company was quarantined. The quonset huts were nestled between the brown hills of U.S. Marine Corps Base Camp Pendleton above San Clemente. The days could be hot. At night, a cool moist breeze blew in off the Pacific.
I, Tom Frew, was a 17-year-old private in advanced combat training. Most everyone in the company had orders to go "WestPac," meaning the Western Pacific, meaning Vietnam, when training was complete.
We had expected to finish training and get home for Christmas, but then someone got sick and died of spinal meningitis. The company area wa...