I pulled a week of security duty at this gate working from 2pm to 4pm and 2am to 4am while in recruit training from June through August in 1966. I was usually stuck with an SA or SN Twombley who was somewhat brutal with recruits. At least once per shift I had to run down to the ocean and bring back two hands cupped with seawater and you did it again if there was no seawater in your hands. One night when I reported to the gate he had two local babes in the gate house and left me alone with one in the guardhouse while he entertained the other in the bushes about fifty feet away and that was the one of the highlights of my Coast Guard boot camp. A few months later Twombley showed up at Group Baltimore where I worked in the large personnel office. I recognized him immediately, much to his chagrin, and I tried to get our Master Chief to assign Twombley to one of the old Navy icebreakers that had just been transferred to the Coast Guard at Baltimore but he put him on one of the buoy tenders at Curtis Bay instead. : (