War in the Pacific National Historic Park

The first day of our week of furious activity we went to War in the Pacific National Historic Park. New Displays, video clips, and interactive game stations, just put in last summer, made our visit very interesting. My kids were excited to learn that they have a Junior Ranger program and badges available to earn from the most distant US National Park. With pages of questions to complete, the six kids in our group started circling like bees looking for flowers.

Some pages were easy, and some pages stumped even the adults, until we learned that the question booklet was made from the prototype to the displays, and some things on the displays were changed before final installation. The booklets are being reviewed, and will be updated as soon as they get close to running out of this first printing.

Outside there was a submarine to look over.

The Guam flag flew to the left of the US flag, and POW/MIA flag flew on the right.

Alyssa enjoyed the dress up box and tried out a uniform for size.

William was going for a certain look. It is clear he is not big enough to sign up yet.

Ranger Ben has worked at parks in several places, including the Klondike Gold Rush, in Alaska and now he is at the opposite extreme, way out in the Pacific, near the equator.

Our group of six kids was the largest group of Junior Rangers ever sworn in in Guam. Learn more about the WWII battles on Guam and the museum here.

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