You might be right about goat food. I've seen them, eating plants on top of the bunkers,
but it might have been just weeds..?.
I was in Bermuda between wars. April 1963-April 1965.
Your war story reminds me of an E6 PO that I met when I first got to the island.
He was a party animal. I saw that guy running around with a bunch of hot chicks.
He drank like a sailor too. Very nice guy with a lot of sea stories. Everyone liked him.
After a couple of months of living in the fast lane, one day he was all bummed out.
I asked him what was wrong. His wife was coming to the island, to live with him.
He stayed on base and drank a lot for a few weeks. Then he killed himself the day before his wife was to arrive.
I decided right then that married life wasn't for me...
