In "Short Rounds" in the May 23rd newsletter a Marine asked if anyone knew what happened to all the unclaimed seabags in Okinawa in 1967. I can't speak for all of them, but I can tell you about mine. I left RVN in November, 1966. No sign of the seabag I left at Camp Butler a year before. I then went on to Embassy Duty in Germany and in August of 1969 my seabag misteriously arrived. It just happened to coincide with our semi-annual junk on the bunk inspection and I had to explain to the Major how I managed to have a closet full of uniforms with PFC chevrons on them, none of which fit (the only thing that I could still use was my ties and socks) but had my name stamped on them. It is one of the great mysteries of life how it took them nearly three years to find me.