I can’t believe my beloved Hawaii has become the isles of greed. I was stationed here from December 1966 to March 1969 at Camp Smith. I fell in love with the people and Waikiki Beach. We used to come down to Waikiki Beach and build a fire and sing songs. We also drank Primo along with some Ripple wine. I have come back to Oahu every other year since 1991 and have never been this disappointed.
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