Thanks to our President, Greenland has been in our news lately.
For me, the mention of that name brings back a lot of mixed memories. That's because I spent eleven months and 14 days there some 65-years ago.
It was a time before satellites or cell phones. Nearly a year on a mountaintop about 12 miles from the nearest civilization which was Thule Air Base. And, that wasn't much "civilization."
According to Wikipedia, Greenland is "an autonomous territory of the kingdom of Denmark."
At the time - more than 65-years ago - nearly all of the some 50,000 Greenlanders lived on the far Southeast coast. Still do. We were - at the time - on the far Northwest coast above the Arctic Circle.
In those somewhat "primitive" days, our main year-round connections with the rest of the world were the twice-a-week flights by the Military Air Transport Service (MATS), out of New Jersey. They brought food and other supplies. And stunned USAF and civilian folks seeing their new duty station for the first time.
Again, I lived and worked 12 miles up a mountain. Our only water was supplied by truck once a week, kept in large tanks and accessed by gravity flow.
I was a USAF noncom. My USAF crew and I lived with an Army Nike Hercules outfit on the lee side of the mountain. To get from the barracks up to the station - or vice versa - often involved hooking yourself to a large hawser rope and pulling yourself up or down the 100 unprotected yards with your legs flying in the air behind you. Wind speeds clocked at times between 150-190 mph.
I landed at Thule December 15, 1959 - in the "dark season." Didn't see the sun again until about Valentine's Day. Then, gradually, we moved to the "light season." By July, it was sunlight 24-hours-a-day until late August. Really messed with your head.
A family dog would be hard put to find a tree for hundreds of miles. Just permafrost, rocks and desolation. And "phase" winds that could hit 200 mph. Wherever you were when they hit, you just hunkered down as best you could and stayed down. My Arctic pants had pockets down both legs in which I kept a supply of candy bars, peanuts in the shell and crackers for times you couldn't move.
I relate all this because our President talks like he'd like to make Greenland our 51st state. Either that or Canada. Of the two, I'd go with Canada. One has roads, cars, trains and regular food. The other, not so much.
Besides, I seriously doubt Denmark is in the mood to sell off its stake in Greenland.
As you may have gathered by my description of the place, Greenland is not for sissies. There was a time - long ago - when it offered an excellent location for huge radar systems to "look" over the North Pole to see what the Ruskies were up to. The territory served a valuable role in our national defense.
But, that's over now. With today's satellite technology, we live in safer times. Our need for Greenland is not as great. Our investment there has been significantly reduced. Not ended. Just reduced.
But, I gotta admit. After spending nearly a year of my life "on the rock," I never figured Greenland would come up in a presidential campaign 65-years later.
Who'd a' thunk?
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