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We spent a lot of time at the beach. It was quiet, untamed, and far from the base. Here is Robert Vaessen emerging from the ruins of a coastal fortification. There were many bunkers, pillboxes, and other fortifications along the coast. Remnants of WWII; these structures were usually littered with used hypodermics, empty beer cans, bottles and various other rubish. The graffiti was expected, and we had a fun time exploring these ruins. The shirt I'm wearing was actually something my dad once owned. It featured a somewhat cubist series of colorful scarecrows. I loved that shirt, I wore it until it fell apart.