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 The Flying Leatherneck Historical Foundation would like to invite each of our valued members and supporters to follow us on social media. Social media platforms, such as Facebook, Twitter and YouTube, are the best way to stay updated on events at the Museum and with the Foundation’s activities.

 Social media is fun and is, generally, quite easy to use. People can communicate with their friends, family and former squadron mates worldwide on a variety of devices. A cellphone, laptop computer, tablet, smartphone, or even a television connected to your home WiFi network. Social media, via the internet, provides a much broader range of options. In today’s world, thousands communicate daily from a visit to a museum, a video segment from an airshow, or to post a compelling story shared with a veteran.

 For our patrons, it all begins at the Foundation’s website. This is the launch point for all our public activities, educational outreach, military events and social media outlets.
 
We’re proud to report our active Facebook community has grown to over 26,000 likes!

In addition, we host two other active Facebook pages:
Flying Leathernecks Museum and FLHF Museum Hanger. Our museum hanger page actively posts updates on current restoration projects.

The Flying Leathernecks hosts two additional social media initiatives; Twitter, @FlyUSMC1 and a YouTube channel.
If you’re new to social media, Facebook and Twitter allows the public to post photos of aircraft, tributes and videos that our audience and supporters might love to see and comment on.

For example; “The beloved Phantom 4. 232 flew the J bird 1973-1975 while I served with them at Iwakuni and other parts of WestPac. Now they fly out of MCAS Miramar.” From Major Mike Wifler (USMC, Ret.), one of our great volunteers.

Twitter is where we share military history, Foundation activities and quotes from Medal of Honor recipients. For example,

"To observe a Marine, is #inspirational. To be a Marine, is exceptional." GySgt Charles F. Wolf, Jr.

And YouTube allows us to share videos of airshow, museum, restoration hanger activities and special events on the museum grounds. We will also post videos of oral histories and interviews with veterans that personally experienced some of the important events that we showcase in the museum.    

So, let’s get social. When you post comments, photos or videos to your personal social media site, simply tag them with #FlyUSMC1. This will allow us to print comments in future editions of the Log Book to share with your fellow foundation members who have not yet made the leap to social media.

To support your foundation’s efforts, we've also established a PayPal account. Donating in support of the Flying Leatherneck Historical Foundation has never been easier! Just click on Donate Now.

The Flying Leatherneck Aviation Museum charges no admission. We rely on your generous donations to support our preservation efforts and the operation of the Museum.

 (This article appeared in the Winter 2017 edition, Flying Leathernecks LogBook) 
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