GMGSA Robert J. Summerhill

GMG3 Rob Summerhill 1970-1975

…..As the Joey pulled into Hong Kong for the first time, all us ” Salts ” were rearing to go to town! All that tax free Bucks burning a hole in our pockets. Me, I was going to the BOB SHOP, to buy a new suit and a leather coat, new glasses and find me some Woman and Beer! Problem was though, I had never been there. So, I asked around the division as to who had been there before. Nada, except Chief Anderson. Boy had he! For those of you who did not know Chief Anderson ( Andy ) he was six foot five ANY way you looked at him. We could only guess at what he weighed in . At that time I was 140 lbs after a salt water shower ( remember those guys? ). Andy said he would be my guide for the night. Off we went to Kong the Hong. As best I can remember, we had to cross over a major road ( Queen Ann Blvd.? ) from the Nickel boat pier by a large walk way. As Chief Andy was so large, he had ALL his uniforms custom made and was in seventh heaven that the Joey was in Hong Kong. As he and I cleared the British Navy security post and set foot on to the bridge over the Bvld, we were mobbed by every sort of salesman you could imagine. There I stood next to Chief Andy in all his glory, towering above the little people by at least three feet, swinging his arms back and forth trying to swat them away like those damn blue flies in the Nam’.

I stood there dumb founded as he was surrounded by the sales gangs. One man, all of four foot nothing was able to get past those huge arms of Andy’s and pat him on his belly shouting ” Aaahhhh, Buddha!!!! “. Andy went Ballistic and chased them down the stairs!. Now there was a sight I will never forget!

After he and I cleared the Hordes, we proceeded to find a local pub and have a few. And Boy is that another story.