Chapter 1: Welcome to Germany…
This is another one of my Military story’s. The year was 1969.
It may be hard to believe while reading that this really happened but believe me it’s very true…sometimes I think back on it and find it hard to believe myself. Snippets of this story have been told over the years to a few select people but never been told in it’s entirety to anyone with this much detail. To the best of my recollection this story is 90+ percent accurate; it did occur many years ago so cut me some slack for the only 90%.
I was 19 years old. Young… and pretty naive to the world of women, sex and romance. Had a couple go rounds with a girl in high school(another story)…had some titty action came close to getting my hand on a pussy a couple times but no intercourse… yes I was still a virgin @ 19. I was quite shy around girls and to put it mildly unsure of myself in the world of romance… pretty clumsy around the ladies. I hadn’t a clue as to what to do around them for the most part.
After being booted from the Pennsylvania base for getting into a bar fight and spending 2 weeks at home before being deployed(another story)… Uncle Sam was sending me to Germany.
It was late November. I found myself @ Fort Dix New Jersey waiting to board a jet for my 1st overseas flight… 7 hours or so aboard a chartered TWA flight, with about 100 or so other troops. Most of them were trying to hit on the several good looking stewardess working the flight… I will admit, the girls were very good looking in their uniforms…very friendly but then again that was their job. But I guess for 7 hours there was nothing else for guys to do but hit on them while looking for some attention.
Upon landing in Frankfurt Germany we were herded onto OD(olive drab) green military buses and taken to a transit center. A place where we would stay until our orders and MOS (Military Occupation Specialty) would determine our final destination in Europe and then trucked or flown to that location…little did I know just how complicated this process would end up being for ME. While at the ‘center’ we were not allowed to leave… we were confined to the barracks, told that we may get orders to ship out at any time and there would be hell to pay if we missed our ride…some snuck out; I did not! We were located pretty much downtown Frankfurt. We had to follow orders…pretty boring… no TV at least no TV available to us and back then no internet or cell phones most played cards to pass the time.
Each day some troops would be transferred out and the number of guys remaining dwindled with each passing day. It took a lil over a week to pretty much clear the place out. One last trooper remained standing…you guessed it… ME! There was a Master Sergeant (E-8; Sergeant Thompson was his name) in charge there. When the troop numbers started getting down he kept saying to me when the fuck you gonna get out of here boy? I would just shrug my shoulders and say ‘sorry, I don’t know Sarg’… he probably wanted me gone so he had no responsibilities until the next group showed up…he could then head downtown Frankfurt and enjoy himself; hit the bars and fuck off…pick up a local German chick or whatever he did in his free time. But you could tell he was getting very annoyed by my continued presence. I was putting a crimp in his style so to say and besides he wasn’t exactly the friendly type…at least not to me…the days turned into couple weeks!
I don’t know who he was working with or taking orders from but at some point he came to me and said soldier, we can not find a place for you; it appears there are no open slots/positions in Europe for your MOS…Yikes what does that mean!!! So we are going to start sending you to different military installations/facilities to find out if anyone will accept you, why they just couldn’t make a phone call was beyond me. My MOS was 74D20 which was a computer specialist/IT technology (back then IT Technology was not a known term… (computer guy/programmer/nerd was used instead). So sometime around the middle of December they started me looking for a ‘home’. My home base was still to be this boring transit center and Sargeant Thompson was the guy in charge of finding me that home. He would give me train fare and some paper work (orders) and I would go to the Frankfurt train station and purchase a ticket to the town(s) where these military bases were located, find the base and for all practical purpose get interviewed. I do remember visiting several bases in and around Frankfurt and for those interviews I just took the Frankfurt train trolley system; all of those were very close but the road trips I was sent on were via regular train. I was sent to Heidelburg, Mannheim, Karlsruhe and Stuttgart maybe a couple more…I was traveling somewhere virtually every day. I was a busy guy. I came up empty on all these visits. Up until then each trip was a one day event to get interviewed and return back to the center that night. On each trip I was simply told our rosters are filled and can’t take you on…like I said a phone call would have been easier; but nothing the Army does is easy or practical. For awhile I actually thought they were going to send me back home to the states or to a different country (didn’t really care for that idea; seeing the options…Vietnam and Korea come to mind). A couple weeks of this and it was getting old; I was living out of my duffle bag…no clean clothes… and Christmas was less than a week away. One day he approaches me and told me that the next day (December 23rd) I would be going to Wiesbaden…he said to plan to stay for a few days for it was XMAS weekend and it was quite possible there would be no one there to interview me until Monday. He said they would put me up in the barracks there. I think he just wanted me gone for the holiday weekend. Wiesbaden was an air base; WTF was that all about? I was Army and couldn’t figure out for the life of me why I was being sent there (seeing I was an Army guy) but did as I was told and prepared to go. Mind you… for each and every visit I had to take all my belongings (duffle bag) and wear my dress uniform to travel. Had to take my duffle bag because if accepted, I would not return to the center…wishful thinking on someone’s part. So the morning of the 23rd I headed to Wiesbaden. The train ride was about an hour with stops. By the time I got to the base and found the Administration (Admin) building it was about noon. Chapter 2 soon!!!
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