Archie Brewer

Profile Updated: March 5, 2010
Residing In: Corpus Christi, TX USA
Spouse/Partner: Gail
Occupation: Retired
Children: 0
Military Service: Army Security Agency  

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After graduation I attended Del Mar. I would work some and go to school some. In late 1961 it became evident, as I was not carrying a full load, I was going to have to join the military or be drafted. In Nov 1961 I joined the Army Security Agency going through basic at Ft. Lenoard Wood, MO. Then MP school in Ft. Gordon, GA and on to Germany. I spent 30 months in northern Germany working at a little site on a high point near the East German border. Lived in a hotel (as we were out of the American sector) that had a band downstairs 6 nights a week until 4a.m. What else could an early 20 something need? It was really good duty and I saw most of Europe while there, something I would never have done if not for the Army. After returning home I went to work for a petroleum/chemical inspection company dealing with products being loaded in and out of the refineries onto ships, bardges, railcars, etc. Most of my time was spent in Texas City except on assignments around the country and out of the country. I transferred back to Corpus Christi in 1979. In 1980 I went to work for Quintana Petrochemical, which lasted until it shutdown in 1984. After going to St. Crouix and working for a while at Hess, I took about 8 months off backpacking and camping in Big Bend, Colorado, and Utah. At the start of 1986 I went to work for Coastal Refining and Marketing which had bought Quintana. I was there until I retired in 2001. Most of my life I spent my free time backpacking and camping in the Rocky Mountains or playing around in the back country of Colorado and Utah in my beat-up old Jeep. In 1985, I met a beautiful lady and we were married in 1988 (my first time at the age of 48) and have never been happier than I am right now. I have traveled in and out of the country a lot, have great life-long friends, beautiful wife, and good health. What more could an old man ask for? It's been a good ride.


It was in the early morning hours of July 4, 1964, that a small group of soldiers internally fortified with a sufficient quantity of good brew (Stan Bauer, Archie Brewer, and a couple of other brave soldiers whose names have been lost in time or who don’t want to own up to what I think is one of the neatest things I have ever been involved in) laid siege to the British detachment at Helmstedt, West Germany. Not armed with musket or cannon but only with an American flag, a little can of grease, and a knife, we made our way into the British detachment. The British detachment or NAAFI (Navy, Army, Air Force, Institutes ) was situated along side the Autobahn just prior to entering East Germany on the way to Berlin. Among other duties the NAAFI supplied guards for the border checkpoint and had a great little club. We would go there from time to time, drink a few beers and socialize. We got to know some of their guys real well which made our encroachment all the more meaningful.
Before daylight on that fateful July 4th we made our way into the compound, through a few doorways and there it was, their Union Jack flying in all its splendor. Quickly, as daylight was approaching, we lowered the Union Jack and raised the Stars and Stripes. Stan shinnied up the flagpole, cut and then tied off the rope and greased the pole on the way down. We got out of there as fast as we could, only stopping long enough to catch our breath and laugh a little along the way.
We finally got up enough nerve to drive by the NAAFI about 10 that morning and sure enough, there it was, Old Glory flying at the British detachment for everyone, including all who were driving between Frankfurt and Berlin, to see.
Of all the good clean fun we had in Germany that has to be at the top of the list.
From a group of little stories I call Archie's Army. Archie Brewer

Sitting around camp with and old friend, Norm Loeffler in the Clay Hills Divide area of Southeastern Utah. Thats me on the right.
Backpacking/hiking on the Kaiparowits Plateau in Southern Utah. George Tranberg, Bob Wainscott (Class of '56), Norm Loeffler, Clint Burklin, and myself.
Norm Loeffler, myself, and Clint Burklin gathered around the fire trying to stay warm on a cold, cold night in Poison Springs ( that's another story ) Canyon, Utah.
Gail (Wife) taking a break on a backpacking trip into the San Juan Mountains of Colo.
Gail cooling her feet after a long days hike in San Juan Canyon, Utah.
Little Anasazi granary high on a wall in John's Hole Canyon, Utah. It was still full of corn cobs after nearly a thousand years.
Anasazi Corrugated pot, a little bigger than a baskerball, that I put together. There weren't a couple of thousand pieces, it just seemed like it!!
Little storage granarys and or dwellings are scattered all thru the canyon country of Utah.
Probably my all time favortite petroglyph. On a wall along the San Juan River near the mouth of Buttler Wash, Utah.
Pictographs of two figures bringing home food. Moki Canyon, Utah.
This and the next petroglyph are in Butler Wash which feeds int the San Juan River in Southern Utah. This panel is very unique as among some petroglyphs of large square sholdered guys with Mayan or Aztec looking head-dresses are some figures without outlines of their bodies. In all of my wandering thru the canyons of Utah I have never found anything like this.
Notice in this one the two guys on the right are crying.
This petroglyph in neat because of the two Kokopelli's playing their flutes to the sun. Also note the bird headed men to their right which are found all thru the canyon country of Utah.
Norm pointing out a line of guys who look like they are backpackers. Probably a reference to Kokopelli as he was known as the humped back flute player. Panel at the junction of John's Hole and Castle Canyon in Southeastern Utah.
This panel is at Bluejohn Spring in the Robber's Roost area of Utah and shows some cowboy/outlaw petroglyphs from the late 1800's and early 1900's. Notice the hand above the words, horse thief, which Norm charcoaled in to be able to view better.
Things we happen to stumble across while camping in Southern Utah
Unique sign in Utah. Con Davis, Norm Loeffler and myself in Southeastern Utah.
Dang, that's good. Canyon country of Southern Utah.
This has to be my all time favorite political button.
Norm Loeffler, Don Milsap, and myself backpacking in the San Juan Mountains of Colo.
Backpacking in Montana. Just can't resist walking across a narrow bridge or a couple of logs.
This is what has gotten me around the back country for many years. 1977 Jeep CJ-5, V8 of course. Stony Pass in the San Juan Mountains of Colo.
Just playing around at the Y O Ranch!!! West of Mountain Home, Texas.
Crossing the Nueces River just west of Uvalde, Texas.
It's play time. Near Utopia, Texas.
The Great Gallery. Horseshoe Canyon, Utah. One of the greatest gallerys of pictographs in all of the USA. About 200 ft. wide and 15 ft. tall with some of the figures being about 10 ft. tall.
Horseshoe Canyon. The figures behind me are called the Mother Ghost And Her Family.
Horseshoe Canyon. The Great Gallery.
Harvest Scene in the Maze, Utah. Not quite as good as The Great Gallery but close. These are also pictographs.
Harvest Scene.
Harvest Scene.
Popocatepetl, Mexico 17,802 ft. volcano. Often just called Popo.
Taking a look into the crater as we make our way to the summit.
Summit, one tired puppy!!
Orizaba, Mexico's highest peak at 18,490 ft. It's also a volcano.
I made a flag out of one of my brother in laws t-shirts for a picture which I gave him.
Backpacking in the Bridger Wilderness, which is in the Wind River Range, Wyoming. Named for Jim Bridger.
Bridger Wilderness. Myself, Clint Burklin, Jan Burklin, Gary Jones, and Susan Califa.
Bridger Wilderness.
Bridger Wilderness. Gannett Peak, highest peak in Wyo. and no we didn't even try to climb it because it was way above our ability!!!!
Sampling the Peruvian fare, Cuy (Guinea Pig).