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A "Kodak Moment" at ASP #3 at the washracks. Gulnac, in the cab, would drive the 10,000 pound fork around with enough ammo to take out a city block. Around the inspection area were several large pads of concrete where we hosed down the dirty, grimy 8-inch rounds.
Cpls Evans, Schell, and Maness helped with various jobs and duties, including banding, unbanding, sorting inventory, loading, and wishing we were all home.
From his vantage point, Gulnac could see alot, but still needed a ground guide. This is where my limited knowlege of American Sign Language (Ameslan) came in very handy. Gulnac picked it up like a master. One day the little fork needed to be hauled around, so a civilian inspector asked me to climb up the 10K and tell Gulnac to lift it up and carry it away. Rather than waste the energy, I signed to him:
"Gulnac? You Daddy fork?"
"Yeah, me Daddy fork."
"This baby fork?"I asked pointing to the fork lift in need of a ride.
"Yeah, OK that 'baby fork,'" he laughed.
"Daddy fork pick up baby. Put on truck. OK?"
"No big deal." He swooped in, dropped the forks and scooped up the "baby fork" and set it on the waiting truck.
The civilian almost dropped his dentures, that Gulnac could get this weird message in seconds from 20 feet away. He was the man!
ASP #3 (Al Mishab) April 1991.
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