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Father's Day 2010

Sunday, June 20, 2010 was Father's Day. My wife and I planned to have a barbecue in the back yard with the kids, just hanging out enjoying each others company. My fathers day was celebrated on the Saturday, the day before the "official" day of celebrating, for I had to work on Sunday. Ah, the life of a fire fighter. I started the day with the usual routine, made my coffee, checked my email, online PDN, and of course Facebook. When the family got up I received cards and was smothered with love, hugs and kisses. Though none of the cards had money in it, I could tell which one of my kids  gave me which card, for the boys seem to pick a card that allows their personality to shine through. Wonderful. As the day went on I wasn't allowed to lift a finger, or do any chores around the house, so I went out back to do a project that was on my "to do" list and made two kulu's, or shell horns using the Cassis cortuna, or Horned Helmet shell. It turned out to be pretty darn good sounding. Each horn produced a smooth, mellow sound that would put the South African Vuvuzela to shame. Heck, I was able to produce 3 octaves with my kulu's. As the sun made it's way towards the west and the shadows became longer, I fired up my Weber grill, popped open a cold one and filled up my little girls kiddie pool with water so she could play in it. I also moved her little play castle so the slide end landed in the pool. She and my middle son had so much fun that it was a pleasure to watch. After the steaks were cooked and the kids were water logged, it was time to head inside and enjoy our dinner. What a wonderful pre-Father's day, Father's day it was.

 I woke up the next morning made my coffee, checked my email, online PDN, and Facebook. After killing some time on the computer and enjoying my coffee, one by one my family woke up and greeted me with morning greetings and a happy Father's day again. I started to get ready for work, packed up my stuff I bring to work and headed out. When I got there, Happy Father's day was said over and over again, for all but one guy at the firehouse is a father. During the muster, the chief said the Guam soldier, Lukeala, killed in Afghanistan was coming in at 11:00 in the morning and that we were going to provide a water salute as his plane taxi's to the designated area. Everyone was paused by the irony presented. Here it was Father's Day, one we could enjoy, and yet this soldier, also a father, will be coming home to his family in a military casket. As the time for the KC-139 touchdown neared I grabbed my camera as I always do, got in my firetruck and headed out for the last minute debriefing at the spot the plane was going to stop. 

We got in position for the water salute, I set my camera up on a tripod in my truck and started to shoot this event in HD video. This was the first time that I was using my Canon 7D to shoot an event using the video function of my camera. I figured it would be good practice; shooting video with a DSLR is not an easy task. As the plane approached and we shot water out of the truck, we followed the KC-139 to it's designated parking. I got down and started to shoot the event. Now I have seen many of these events, more than I've wanted to, but this one was different. Army Sergeant Joshua Lukeala, who was killed in Afghanistan when his Humvee hit an improvised explosive device, was coming in on a charted Air Force KC-139, deplaned by an Army Honor Guard, then joined by an Army Color Guard, and escorted by both to a cargo building that was over a block away. This was the first time I know of that a fallen soldier was escorted by Army top brass, Honor and Color Guards, through the airport tarmac. The sight of Sgt. Lukeala's escorted casket leading a caravan of vehicles on the tarmac was very emotional for me. I held on to my composure and tried to take photographs that would do justice to this soldier and convey what I was feeling through my lens. That is one Father's Day that I will never forget. It was a Father's Day that I was able to share with my family, while being reminded that this family will not celebrate a Father's Day with joy, but with sorrow. Because of Sgt. Lukeala's sacrifice, we all are free to celebrate every day we have with our families. Thank you Army Sergeant Joshua Akoni Sablan Lukeala. And thank you to all of the soldiers who made the ultimate sacrifice so that we are able to celebrate Father's Day. God bless you all.

Frozen Moments Guam: Colored Eggs

Frozen Moments Guam: Colored Eggs

Colored Eggs

Easter is fast approaching. This is the time many people celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ, the only son of God. Long story short, Jesus spread the word of God, he made blind men see, he turned water into wine, and he walked on water. He had a group of 12 disciples whom he taught and trusted to teach others. One of the disciples, however snitched on him to to the Romans. Jesus was arrested, put on trial, beaten, mocked, whipped, crowned with thorns, and made to carry the cross that he was ultimately nailed to. After Jesus died on the cross, he was placed in a cave which was sealed with a gigantic stone and guarded by soldiers.On the third day, his tomb was opened and he was not there. He ascended into heaven and is seated at the right hand of the father. He died so that all sins may be forgiven.

Easter is a very important time for many people, including myself. It is a celebration of the resurrection of Jesus Christ. In no way am I mocking this so please don't take it as such. It is because this day is a very important religious holiday to many people that there are those who have commercialized this event for profit.(Can you say Christmas?) I could get into how the bunny rabbit, chocolates, and the colored eggs got involved, but that is a lengthy topic and another one altogether. What prompted me to write about this is, yesterday at a grocery store my 2.5 year old girl kept asking me to get the bear. I didn't know what she was talking about and we went back and forth about this. Turns out in the meat section above all the meat, were two shrink wrapped giant Easter baskets each filled with a teddy bear and some toys. In the freezer section the whole isle on both sides had shrink wrapped giant Easter baskets all filled with different toys, balls, princess jewelery, you name it, they had it. Other isles were filled with egg coloring kits, chocolate bunnies and eggs, marshmallow chicks, a gazillion familiar candy brands all bagged in pastel colors with the Easter bunny or cute baby chickens adorning the packaging. None of the packaging though had a cross to represent the real reason we celebrate Easter. I don't think the blame is solely on the merchants, although they are not so innocent either, it is consumer demand that the stores are trying to meet. Many of our government agencies, village mayor's offices, and some businesses are holding Easter egg hunts for the children. Yea right! It's the parents that are picking up all the eggs. One of the biggest egg hunts on Guam happens at the War in the Pacific Memorial Park. It is a sight to see. The start of the hunt is like a scene out of Mel Gibson's movie Braveheart. Just like the character, William Wallace, a commoner who unites the 13th Century Scots in their battle to overthrow English rule, was giving his army a catalyst of inspiration before one of their epic battles, the organizers of the egg hunt try to keep the antsy juvenile seekers of brightly colored prolate ellipsoids at bay while shouting directions and rules. As the countdown to the start reaches zero and the horde is let loose, a metamorphosis occurs as the would be juvenile egg hunters transform into adult no holds barred egg harvesters that use the excuse of gathering the colored boneless chicken encasements for their children. It is an egg collector feeding frenzy. In less than a minute all the eggs that were on the ground were picked up. Except for the ones that were trampled on. It's a phenomenon that happens every year. When my son was two years old seven years ago, I kid you not, just as his hand was 3 inches away from picking up his first official Easter egg, the parent of another kid scooped it out from under him and acted as if she did nothing wrong! At that age, just to have one egg would be fine, but the baskets of the other two year old kids were filled to the brim. Well I think I'm not as dumb as I look however, how two year olds can accomplish such a feat is far beyond me.

My family will celebrate Easter just like everybody else. We'll go to church in Easter clothes, eat
curried eggs (a yummy tradition adopted from my wife's family), have an egg hunt and look for the golden egg, and eat the ears off the chocolate rabbit first. Above all, my wife and I try to instill in our children the real reason for Easter Sunday, and it's not about the rabbit.

Happy Easter everybody

Our Neighbors to the North

I recently returned to Guam after a short stint in Saipan. I have a special place in my heart for that island, it is a place that I have been to more times than I have fingers and toes, and every time I leave Saipan I have a feeling of regret. They say it was what Guam was 20 years ago. I don't know about that. I lived on Guam 20 years ago. I have been on Guam all my life, and comparing Guam to Saipan is like comparing apples to apples. US Fuji apples, and Japan Fuji apples. They are the same, but not really. Sure there are many things that our islands have in common, like Chamorro's, beautiful tropical beaches, and the Coconut Rhino beetle. And things we don't have in common, like birds, brown tree snakes, and potable water. We are a part of Micronesia. Guam, Rota, Tinian, and Saipan are the four islands in the Marianas that the Chamorro people originate from. A long time ago is where the similarities ended. Now Guam is a US territory, and Saipan, Rota, and Tinian are a Commonwealth of the United States known as the Commonwealth of the Northern Marianas or CNMI. This is the equivalent to the proverbial fork in the road. Guam was destined to travel down one way, the CNMI the other, each path chosen by entities other than the islanders. Guam and the CNMI have had numerous but different influences throughout their history. Spain, Germany, Japan, Philippines, Caroline islands, and the US. Guam has lost much of the Chamorro language, whereas in the CNMI, it is wonderful to hear little kids running around and speaking to each other in chamorro. In Saipan when they speak Chamorro There is a certain rise and fall in pitch. In Rota, it sounds as if the are singing the language. The guys that I work with who are from the south and speak the language would say "tahdong Chamorro", or deep Chamorro. When I first visited Saipan, I was a competitor in a windsurfing competition called the Micronesian Open. There were no traffic signals. Beach road has probably the most beautiful view from the drivers seat I have ever had and there are no pot holes! The tourists were plentiful and the locals were friendly. There was no trash on the side of the roads, and the grass was always cut. Numerous garment factories were in operation, employing thousands of migrant workers. The speed limit was 25-35 MPH, but most people would drive at the happy medium of 30 MPH. It was island style. Slow. People there would tell me that the traffic on Guam was bad and very fast. If you drove fast in Saipan they would say "taotao Guam ha". If you were hungry, there were numerous places to eat, and the vast majority of them were pretty good too. Then there is always the invite to eat at a friends house, meaning barbecue. The flame trees were still as red as every one from Guam can only remember. Relics from WWII are all over the place, reminding you of the different roles that Guam and Saipan had played in the war. The locals there could spot someone from Guam immediately. They would ask if you were from Guam in english, knowing that you probably couldn't speak Chamorro. I went back every February until the races were discontinued. It was the place to be. Life was good and their economy wasn't just booming, it was exploding. I visit Saipan now for different reasons, I'm older and more experienced than I used to be, and my circle of friends has changed. I do things a little different now. It's a place where I just chill, relax. Rat race? What rat race? Unwind for a weekend. Traffic signals are all over the place now. The speed limit is the same and if you drive fast they still say "taotao Guam ha". There is still no trash on the side of the roads, the grass is always cut, and the drive on Beach Road is just as beautiful and still no pot holes. I appreciate the islands beauty and it's people more now. I try to take pictures that will portray Saipan as I now see it. It is a beautiful place and the people take pride in that. There are more beetlenut chewers there than on Guam, yet they don't leave spit bottles in parking lots or on the side of the road. Or diapers. Or car batteries. Or beer bottles and cans. On this trip I traveled with Dan who is a really good friend and he shares the same sentiments. Last time we went together to Saipan we rented scooters and went everywhere, or so we thought. This time we opted to use a rented Corolla, keeping in mind the possibility of an accelerator malfunction. We went up to Mt. Tapotchao, the highest point in Saipan and had a 360° panoramic view of the island. During the war this was a perfect vantage point that the Imperial army had, to snipe US troops trying to overtake the hill. It took ten days. Looking down the mountain's side, I can only imagine how difficult this task was, and the type of men that did it or died trying. Today, heck I would probably die trying to get up the side of Mt.Tapotchao because of it's difficult terrain, let alone with a rucksack on my back, bullets whizzing by, explosions, and friends dying all around me. My friend Dan probably had a deeper admiration for these soldiers than I for he is in the Air Force reserves and has a lot of chevrons, and my admiration ran deep. We stayed a good 45 minutes as we were the only two people there if you don't count the souvenir lady who was asleep in her van.


We drove back to Middle Road, you know the road that's in the middle, on our way to visit the Grotto and as we passed empty building, after empty barracks, after empty building, we realized how bad the economy  is. It's really bad. Airlines stopped coming. The tourists are not as plentiful as they once were. Businesses went belly up.The garment workers are gone for the garment factories have shut down. Now I hear they are reducing government worker hours. Again.

Though the economy is not well, the night life didn't reflect it. Godfather's or Ninu's as the locals affectionately call it, is a local bar with live music. They bring in awesome talent from the PI . It's small, it gets crowded, but as the song goes, " where ♪.everybody♫♫ knows ♪.your♪ name♪." rings true here. Everyone knows everyone, and they are all having a good time. I guess it's a good way of forgetting about their failing economy and their pay cuts. Let's support our island neighbors to the north. Go and visit Saipan. Help to influx the economy there. Go to the zoo, play golf, eat, ride the go-carts, rent a scooter, get ice keke, pan tuba, apigigi, go shopping, eat, take a boat ride to Managaha, buy a souvenir, go diving, eat, go to Ninu's, go karaoke, go sightseeing, go to the beach,  just go.

How to Use Your Own Camera, The workshop

esterday was the first ever Frozen Moments Photography workshop. The workshop was geared towards beginning photographers and those wishing to get more out of their cameras. I got to the Plaza De España about 12:30. Good thing I got there early for there were four homeless people using the Azotea as their castle. A man with long kinky hair and a skinny woman whose boob was falling out of her white tank top, were sleeping soundly close together on a flattened out cardboard box. Close by  there was a huge shirtless man sitting in a corner whose most prominent feature was his beer belly, who by the way looked really drunk. Next to them was a slender man cooking turkey tails and a partially eaten left over chicken breast in soy sauce on a portable butane stove. It appeared that they haven't showered in days, as they were dirty and their clothes more so. When Mr. Beer-belly stood up, it looked as if he peed in his dirty, blue denim shorts. As he started to approach me, I thought, oh great here we go. I explained to him, as I realized that he was drunk, that I was going to use their bedroom/kitchen for a workshop at 1:00. I guess they were used to people commandeering their place of refuge, for the man I spoke with tried to wake the sleeping couple, telling them they have to move. I started to feel a little anxiety and started to plan my exit strategy, as the kinky haired man gazed at me as if I owed him money. Then I thought, oh, maybe it's because he hadn't had his first cup of coffee yet. I kept my distance, as Mr Beer-belly and I started to talk, and he asked me if I was Chamorro. He told me he is half Chamorro and homeless. He said his dad was from Chuuk, and his mom was from Saipan. He kept repeating to me in a really bad, drunken, "Chuukese trying to mimic a Chamorro" accent, "respedoo taotao" (respetu taotao) as if those were the only two Chamorro words he knew, which,by the way in the Chamorro language means respect the people. He also kept up his persistence in waking the sleeping couple. As the group slowly started to leave, I couldn't help but think how the tourists react to these homeless people when they visit this important historic site. Well, okay maybe a not so important historic site, as sadly, the place is slowly dilapidating away, as there seems to be no government effort to preserve this historical landmark. What a shame. I guess there are more important government matters at hand like changing the name of our island from Guam to Guahan. Hey, I'm just saying. Okay, back to the workshop. When my sidekick Rita arrived we started  to set up for the workshop and just in time too because the participants started to show up. We went over many topics like shutter speed, aperture, ISO, et cetera. The participants were really eager to learn how to use their own camera, well, except for one. She didn't even bring a camera. After the required information overload part of the workshop, I sent the participants out to take photos around the Plaza using the rule of thirds, framing, leading lines and different aperture settings. It was pretty neat to see the "aha" moment in a few of their camera settings. All in all the workshop was informative and fun, and in the end while we were enjoying our iced coffee's at the Barista Blends coffee house critiquing the photo's of the participants, I felt pretty confident that the workshop was a success as there were some pretty good photos taken. I'm looking forward to the next one.

Photography Workshop: How To Use Your Own Camera

Frozen Moments Photography will be conducting a workshop for those who would like to take better pictures. This workshop will focus on learning how to get the most of your camera, from "point and shoot" to DSLR's. Some of the topics will include how to capture your subject, shutter speeds, ISO, aperture settings, and more!... It will be a fun filled, informative workshop that will definitely improve your photography skills! Hands on shooting, and critique will also take place, so bring your camera! This is your chance to take control of your camera, and take better pictures.
We will meet Saturday February 27th , at the Azotea in the Plaza De España, from 1:00 pm to 6:00 pm.
You will need to bring your camera, and if possible a laptop computer.
The fee for this workshop is $100.00 payable on the day of the event. Space is limited, so please confirm your participation.
Contact Lewis at:
Tel: 4861011
Email: fmpemail@gmail.com

My friend Roger

Roger has been a part of our household for sometime now. He was a stray that we kind of adopted. No he didn't follow us home and although we didn't see him, we know that he was just hanging around. He doesn't make a lot of noise, so that helps in his chances of being accepted into the family. He hardly complains, but he'll let you know when he's upset. He is not the first that we tried to adopt, only the longest. Believe me, I am not an Angelina Jolie, but I do already have two dogs, two cats, and a plethora of geckos that my cat Elvis loves to play with! The first animal we adopted was a dog my son named Scooby. When I would come home from work she would be hanging around the front door. I would get out of my truck and chase her away because I didn't want a stray hanging around. This went on for about a week, until my wife mentioned that she and my oldest son would feed her scraps of food, and that the dog was "really friendly". So while I was chasing the dog away, I was unaware they were coaxing her back. It's no wonder that she kept hanging around the house. It's hard to say no to your young son asking to keep her. Sadly she unexpectedly passed. Then came Elvis and Maxine. On a visit to the vet, and my oldest son saw a litter of kittens. That's all it took. You can only take a bombardment of pleases for so long.
The next one to join the family was Jafjaf. She was just a puppy when we went to GAIN to get her. One of the volunteers working there told us that she would make a good indoor dog because she will stay small. Wrong. She didn't stay small, but I guess compared to a Bull Mastiff she is. Inu was the next one to make it in. My wife wanted a lap dog after a recent trip to San Diego. We went to visit her best friend and her family in Lakeside, and they had a teacup terrier. My wife immediately fell in love with it. Soon after we came back to Guam, I had to take Jafjaf to the Isla vet, and one of the staff walked out with a Chihuahua mix in her arms. He was a chocolate brown color with big "please take me home" eyes. A good Samaritan found him on the side of the road by with a broken leg. He was a victim of animal abuse. Wanting to score points with my wife, I took a picture of him and emailed it to her. What a dummy I was. When we got him home we named him Inu which means “dog” in Japanese. We should have named him drip instead. Every time you try to pet or hold him he would run back to his crate with his tail between his legs leaving a trail of pee behind him. He has acclimated, but he still drips when he gets excited. I should invest in Sham Wow's.
That brings us back to Roger. I first met Roger at my neighbors house. He was sleeping under a big piece of concrete. I slowly approached him trying not to wake him because if he did wake he would have been gone in a heartbeat. I tell you, trying to wrangle a creature like Roger is not an easy task, he would squirm all over trying to escape. Once I was able to "break" him, he and I just clicked. We always hang out together, and I try my best to offer him things to do so he doesn't go stir crazy in his makeshift bird cage home. I often let him out to frolic in the yard. Once I took him to the chiropractor to get his spine adjusted which took a pretty long time, for according to Dr. Scott, he had an unusual amount of vertebrae that needed adjustment, and like I said, Roger will let you know when he is displeased. I tried to take him out to dinner, but the proprietor adamantly refused our entrance. Short of saying we don't serve his kind around here, she said that he won't sit so well with the other customers. Kinda silly if you really think about the irony of it all. Besides that, Roger does not always eat a lot, but he does have a real weakness for Spam and Rice. It may be because of his size that she thought that he would eat everything in sight. I took him to the beach once, and we did get an awful amount of stares. Now I know Roger is not the most handsome kid on the block, but he does have a nice personality once you get to know him. We forgot the sunscreen that day so we didn't stay long and he still managed to get burned. A few days later he started to peel like a snake. Literally. Dead skin every where. "Yucky", my 2 year old daughter would say. She likes Roger. Every day she asks to see him and give him water. Now that Roger is a part of our family, my children love to introduce him to their friends. When we barbecue, Roger is right there with me curiously watching me grill the food. One thing I don't have to worry about with Roger, is him stealing my food, unlike Jafjaf who once stole two rib eye steaks off the kitchen counter!


NOTE: Dr. Scott did not really adjust Roger. He did this all in good fun.

They're not dolls... they're action figures!

On January 7th I went to the Isla Center for the Arts at the University of Guam to see the exhibition, “The Dolls of Japan, Shapes of Prayers, Embodiments of Love". I have been interested in the Japanese culture for some time now, and I know how seriously they take their art and culture. I wanted to go there when the dolls were first put on display, but you know how it is. What’s the word? Oh yeah, procrastination. I heard the radio plug for the exhibition during its final days and realized I'd better get there because it would end on January 8th. I'm glad I went. I approached the Isla Center for the Arts and I didn't know what to expect as the outside of the building was not inviting. When I walked inside however, my first impression was erased and I was relieved as the display was as good as it gets. The assistant at the art center, G,(as in the letter "G") informed me that the dolls are part of a traveling exhibit which the Japan Foundation organizes. The dolls travel around the world to enhance the understanding of Japanese arts and culture. The dolls, ningyo in Japanese, were carefully displayed so that they were at a level that you could see almost 360 degrees around them. Different ningyo represented various styles and era's of the Japanese culture. Some were made of wood, paper, and silk, others out of ceramic. Regardless of the medium, the details were so intricate it was apparent the artists took pride in their work. It was a wonderful presentation and I hope that many people took the time to see the exhibit. Hopefully they didn't do what I did. Procrastinate.
Here are some photographs just in case. I got your back.......

And They Lived Happily Ever After...........

I had the pleasure of taking engagement photographs of Kyle and Ashley, two people truly in love. The couple are from two of the four states that begin with the letter “I”, so the tropics in the winter is an especially new and exciting experience for them. From the moment I met the two of them, I knew they were going to photograph well, for when you are as in love as they are, the emotion will show in the photographs. They had no idea of what they wanted in their pictures, so they left it all up to me. Little did they know that could be dangerous for I can conjure up some out of the box ideas, really out of the box. They were good sports about it and were willing to even get a little sandy. Kyle and Ashley have had to be good sports about a few things as their original intention was to get married on Christmas Eve, but something about a marriage license, (Do you need a marriage license on Guam? Heehee.) :) The plan now is to have a small wedding in Hawaii, then have a full blown shindig at one of the states that begins with the letter "I". I really wish I could be their wedding photographer.

I had the privilege the other week to visit the Capuchin  Friary and take photographs of the Christmas Village that the Quinata family have worked to put together for people to enjoy this Holiday season. The theme this year is "2009 Christmas around the World". It took the Quinata family 55 nights that started in October, to build this winter wonderland. And what a wonder it was as it had many different environments of winter. From a carnival, to ice climbers, trains, mini towns, reindeer, sleighs, elves, lights and so much more. It truly was remarkable. Children and adults alike gazed in amazement at all the little details and not so little details that were incorporated into this mini display. The more you looked, the more there was to see. It all began in the 1990's when the families of Roman and Mae from Ipan, started a family Christmas tradition at their house, that has become so large that it now encompasses 1,800 square feet of the Friary. In 2007 Father Eric Forbes approached the family with the idea to showcase the tradition at the Friary and it's been there every since. The families involved are that of Roman and Mae Quinata, Roman Jr. & Anne, Frank and Pam, John and Donna and Mike and Terri Doyle, together with the families of Julia Villagomez. Joe and Rossana Aguon, Randy and Melissa Sablan and Mr. and Mrs. Rick and Donna Fegurgur, Dominic, Steven and Darin Muna, Brian, Tommy and Steve Arceo and the family of Mrs. Elaine Roberto, along with Fr. Joe English and the Capuchin Brothers of the St.Fidelis Friary. Whew! That's a lot of family working together.
If you haven't seen it yet, you better hurry or you might have to wait until next year.

Enjoy the Photographs!

The Guam Anti -Tourism Task Force: GAT2F

    The Guam Anti-Tourism Task Force or GAT2F, is up to its dastardly deeds again. The GAT2F's main purpose is to ensure that Guam is an unwelcoming tourist destination. The GAT2F is diligent in its efforts in seeking means to deter tourists from enjoying their stay on this tropical island. This Force makes it hard for tourists to visit our many beautiful sights by keeping our island as unkempt as possible. Litter is placed strategically in locations where it will be subliminally embedded into the minds of our visitors, and then later it conveniently reveals itself in the background of the many pictures tourists take. This litter has been ingeniously designed through vigorous research and developments in stealth technology to be highly unnoticeable to the local inhabitants of this island.
    Roads are constantly being built then torn up at specific grid coordinates by highly trained men and women in tactical teams throughout our island. They are under the guise of making  improvements to our roadways. However, as they leave the infiltrated areas the modified surface has complex multiple angles and varying degrees of heights specifically engineered to create a  diversion so as tourists drive by beautiful scenic areas, their eyes will be diverted away from the scenery to maintain control of their PRV (privately rented vehicle). This tactic also serves to keep the locals desensitized to the beauty of the island by evoking on them the same action designed for the tourists' distraction.
    The GAT2F also uses biological warfare tactics. They effectively and continuously contaminate our beaches and recreational waters with just enough raw sewage to create a situation where officials advise the general public. The GAT2F, however, manages to intercept and keep that kind of pertinent information away from Guam's visitors. When the tourists unknowingly frolic in the tainted beaches of paradise, they become sick in the latter part of their trip making it difficult for their officials to find the root cause. Locals on the other hand, have built up enough resistance to this bacteria that officials deem it unnecessary to remedy the situation. The GAT2F also implores urine stench technology at numerous tourists attractions and key areas such as Ypao bathrooms or Latte Stone Park caves.The sewage stench weapon is constantly being deployed in Tumon where tourists inhabit and reside
      The GAT2F's history to thwart Guam's tourism goes back a long way . The Natural Habitat Annihilation Division (NHAD), of the GAT2F,  successfully introduced very highly trained brown tree snakes to infiltrate and abolish the once many beautiful and indigenous birds who helped to pollinate Guam's flora, and provide ambiance with many different, beautiful, bird calls. Recently, the NHAD has  been able to send in the Coconut Rhinoceros Beetle(CRB) in hopes to eradicate the abundant coconut trees on the island, which are a symbol recognized worldwide of a beautiful tropical destination. The NHAD has trained the CRB to covertly bore an inconspicuous small hole through the trunks of the trees so they can consume them from the inside out. When the trees die, they conveniently become the decay the CRB's juvenile grubs need to survive so the cycle continues. The CRB has been trained to conduct night air tactical maneuvers to infiltrate and breach unoccupied zones until their objective's are met.
      "Coqui frog found in shipment of plants" was the title of an article in the 12/12/09 Guam PDN. The NHAD has tried twice and failed in its mission to conduct a secret insertion of this invasive species of frog. Being only about the size of a quarter, this frog may someday be successfully  inserted under the protective camouflage of ornamental plants coming in from Hawaii. The NHAD has trained this particular frog in psychological operations(PSYOPS). Although small in stature, a single frog can sing at an astonishing 120 dB. That's 20 db louder than a jackhammer. The GAT2F hopes that it will reproduce in great numbers once it is here so that they can all conduct PSYOPS chirps simultaneously, thereby effectively causing sleep deprivation of the island's tourists.
     There have been other species that the GAT2F has introduced, like the worm that targets and consumes the island's Flame trees and the mud dauber wasps that build their nests anywhere and everywhere.
Sooner or later, the GAT2F will prevail in their diabolically relentless plan to drive tourists away from Guam.  When they succeed, the tourists will suffer the same fate as the Marianas Fruit dove and the Guam Flycatcher. Once they gone, they are gone forever.