Dutch Harbor, Alaska — most people know the name from fishing fleets, storm-lashed reality TV shows, and the chaotic energy of America’s most productive seafood port. The scene is alive: diesel engines rumbling, crab pots clanking, gulls circling above vessels stacked with catch.
But just look up — and the story changes.
Clinging to the steep, windswept hills above the harbor are the shattered remains of a wartime fortress: cracked concrete pillboxes, rusted gun mounts, collapsed corridors swallowed by moss, and dark tunnels carved into volcanic rock.
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