Here is my reply to Marty's first letter.

HOWDY!!!!

Yes, your message brought back a bunch of memories.

The Green "Drink" I recall was served in a coffee can with mucho amounts
of green crème de menthe. It tasted LOUSY!!!!

I also recall the ceramics. The molds for the slip casting. I still
have one of the Horse Head bookends engraved with Hofn on the bottom. 
My wife busted the other one into a million pieces once when it fell
from somewhere.

There was, at least once, an actual Remington 1100 Trap 12 Ga. Shotgun
on site. Prior to the Gun Control Act of 1968 I purchased one and had
it shipped to H-3. I actually took it out on the lava beach behind the
old decrepit barracks buildings and fired a few shots into the air. I
had to mail it back with the "Steal ME!" customs tags. Somebody did
indeed steal it and I never saw it again! I also recall sending a
strongly worded Letter to the Editor of my local Erie (PA) paper when
they editorially endorsed the GCA 68 which banned the mailing of
firearms, even to official USAF sanctioned Rod and Gun clubs overseas,
in places with extremely limited recreational activities, like, for
instance, HOFN, ICELAND!

The sea ice that stopped the beer ship and the free (eventually) Reykjavik
Pilsner that could not even be given away remains in my mind. I also
recall one time when Larry and I started the long weekend between shift
rotations. After supper, we went through the swinging doors which
separated the club from the chow hall and I proceeded to get a bottle of
Champaign which Larry and I finished. He then bought a second bottle
and some other radar maintenance people joined in. By the time of "Last
Call" we had, as I recall but it is a bit blurry, 13 of the 15 radar
maintenance people around or under the table and 36 empty bottles of
Champaign on the table. The next morning was declared a holiday with
only the Guy called "Preacher" (can't recall his actual name) and one
other non-drinker protecting us from the Russians!

There were at least two USO shows on site. I KNOW because I had to
stand "plane guard" at the airfield when Mary Margaret and the Cascades
came in. Lunch that day was a can of fruit cocktail "appropriated" from
the dining hall. Do you recall the one cook with the red handlebar
mustache?

As for the radio station, Oh yes I recall it well. I reconfigured the
antenna for "Radio Hofn, 1400 AM" so that the coverage increased from
not even hitting the last barracks to, after my antenna work, getting a
useable signal into the town of Hofn. I also recall the Inspector
General of the Air Force IG team coming through H-3 one time. I had to
open and talk about the radio station. The Three Star asked me if the
radio station got into town. If you recall, at the time, the Icelandics
around Keflavik were raising hell about the TV signal from Kef
getting into the town. Before I could reply, the Base Commander, I seem
to recall his name was Major Kopecke or similar, told the three star
that we didn't get into town. I mentioned to the OIC of the radio
station, I seem to recall his name was Lt. Joel Spaunberg or similar,
that maybe somebody should tell the CO that we were putting a damn good
signal into town.

I recall two particular DEROS parties. The first featured a musical
review where the main attraction was a cardboard C-47 that magically
turned into the "Yellow Banana" (the Braniff Airways Yellow Being 727
that was the charter airplane used to ferry troops to and from McGuire
via Argentia Newfoundland NAS. I also recall the TIGHT, TIGHT slacks
that the stewardesses had to cover with a skirt before deplaning in
Keflavik. The other memorable DEROS party was when I and the other
October Derosers had the audio tape with musical inserts i.e.: Radio
interviewer asks Major Kopcke (?) what he thought when he found out that
he was going to Hofn? His (supposed) reply was a cut from the song
"That's when the tears broke out on me and I came down with the
Miseries!" next question, "Major, what would you recommend to others
who get orders for Hofn?" Cut from Del Shannon song " Runaway, Run Run
Run Runaway!" and it went on from there.

Don't recall the "hanging" but remember vividly the Russian naval fleet
located just outside the site. I even took a few pictures with my
little instamatic. When the investigators came in they took the film
and promised me that I would get the pictures back. I never saw those
pictures! They never came back. I also recall the Nave sending a
"photo recon" aircraft over the fleet. It was the C-47 we always saw
bringing people to and from the site. This is the same C-47 that had to
buzz the runway a couple of times to scare the sheep off of it before
they tried to land. I also seem to recall the fire fighting big round
ball extinguisher of Purple "K" we had to have at the airport whenever a
C-47 was scheduled to land.

The Russian flights came through about 0230 on Thursday with the return
from Havana occurring on Sunday evening. It was the only day that the
Mid Shift Radar Maint. crew had to have both shift members on duty. The
other days, the mid shift crew would select who actually worked and who
was on call.

Other names I kind of recall from H-3 are David Linkous. He was the
medic. and the Puerto Rican (I think) Sgt. that ran the power plant. I
recall his first name as being Tony with a guess of the last name
Rameriez.

Do you recall going up to the lake for the trout fishing and having to
take the Champaign corks that were used to plug the holes that the local
communists would shoot in the rowboats at the lake? And the raw liver
that was the fishing bait of choice at Hofn?

My team was eliminated in the preliminaries for the Midnight July 4 ball
game. I don't recall which team actually won.

The recording buzz was every 12 seconds. It was the 360 pulses per
second transmitted by the search antenna as it made its 5 rpm rotation. 
Yes, I remember it well! It is even on the tape that I mentioned. I
will have to see if I can find my copy of that tape and something to
play it on if I do find it.

I still have my Large "Bless" certificate and probably my wallet size
one also. Now if I could just find them!

One other memory, do you recall the "WC" signs that we had to put up all
over the "special services" building to lead the local kids to the one
toilet which was located in the library when we had the Christmas
party? They had to be led from the theater down the hall past the
ceramics room to the library and to the water closet.

Another memory from the club, do you recall the Squid, Chief Jones. He
was always drinking the rum and coke, at least until the Navy shipped
him off to somewhere in Africa (Libya ? Liberia?) to a comm station in
the desert.

If you have pictures you want to scan in, and you want to add them in to
a section of my H-3 web page, which is still "in the rough", that would
be fine with me or another possibility is to set up a web page which you
would have and then have Don put a link on his page to yours, just like
he did for my pictures.

With your permission, I would like to add your mail and my reply to my
web page just in case anyone else from our time at H-3 should blunder
into out web sites.

Incidentally, I think that Don has my dates of service off by a year. I
was there from October 67 to October 68.