Prologue.

“Another Cold War” is really a short story that is broken into chapters. It is a story I wrote of my experiences in 1958/1959 in Thule, Greenland. It was not about the political cold war. It was a war against the numbing cold temperatures; the effects of adjusting to life in defense unit; being away from the family for the first time; and mostly against the boredom of life in such an isolated environment. One could only imagine how life in a moon colony might be. There are thousands of American soldiers, sailors and airmen who have made this journey since I made it. The base has evolved tremendously since those “gold old days”. You have but to Google Thule Airbase Greenland to see what life was not like when I was there. I even made a phone call to Thule a while back and just chatted a little with someone. Back in 1958, a call to or from The States was made through a amateur radio operator network made up of a Thule radio site and one on the states. The call process would sometimes take hours to complete.

I have tried to understand why my memories are so vivid about this period in my life. I have come up with a theory that I will share with any who reads this. I came from a less cluttered time in our country. It was the fifties. I compare my uncluttered mind to a bucket that holds memories of experiences. There was so little to concentrate on in Thule. You just pretty much stored in the empty bucket everything that occurred in that environment. Then as the years of life pass and more and more information is poured into the bucket, new information added will cause some previously stored information to spill out the other side. I cannot explain why most of the time, the spillage is relatively current but at times, the spillage takes out something from long ago leaving just a shadow of what once had been stored. I only know that this story took place almost fifty years ago but I still have clear images of that time. Here then is “Another Cold War”.