It’s a Nice Place to Visit, but He Couldn’t Live There

I had to laugh at “Midway Atoll: How to Get There, Where to Stay, and What to Do,” [July 28]. Stationed as I was on Midway Island while in the Navy in 1966-68, I know only too well how to get there (lose one’s selective service college deferment), where to stay (in the dilapidated enlisted barracks), and what to do.

Midway was a nature’s paradise absolutely removed from my San Marino upbringing (isn’t everywhere?). The place was thick with birds, not just goonies, but also backward-flying, dive-bombing terns. I remember sharks too. We lost a couple of sailors off Eastern Island who probably became an afternoon repast of one or more of the denizens, and I personally set a dive entry/exit world record when, off a reef, I spied a toothy grin ambulating in my direction.

Still, I heartily recommend a visit to Midway, not just for the natural wonders, but for its place in World War II history. Just don’t stay too long. After many months, the graceful, statuesque albatrosses begin to look very attractive.

BILL HOFFINE

San Diego