Germany

Germany!! I got off the airplane in Frankfurt and had a car waiting to drive me to Stuttgart, this was unusual for an E-5 in the Air Force. I got to Hq Eucom (Patch Barracks) got settled in, processed in and checked in at my new duty assignment. The NCOIC asked me, “What are you doing here, and where did you come from, and how did you get HERE?” I was confused as was he so after a bit of chatting and looking at my orders the NCOIC explained a few things to me. Assignment at Hq EUCOM Flight Operations was an assignment that you were selected for AFTER being recommended by others. I explained very carefully that I had volunteered for Europe on my 'Dream Sheet' and here I was, they did have a slot open, right? It seems that a slot was open and I had filled it unbeknownst to them, I knew how it happened but I wasn't ratting the guy out at Personnel who had apparently cut a few corners.

Two weeks after arriving I had secure on-base quarters and my wife and kiddo's were on there way to stay to me and a hopefully long tour in Germany.

We had a great time, we went to London (wife and I), learned how to snow ski in Germany and Austria (all of us and the kids still ski) and camped our way through a lot of Europe. We camped in Germany, Austria, Switzerland, Italy, Holland, Spain and in general had a great time.

The only potential for a little something came one evening and I didn't even recognize it. I couple that bowled in the same league as we asked us to be there bowling partners in the summer league, we declined as we had already hooked up with another couple. Not that much longer we were going to the bowling banquet or the season that had just completed and the lady of this couple came up to me and told me how nice I looked all dressed up and that it was too bad we couldn't have been paired together. It wasn't that much longer that my wife told me that she (the other woman) had been shipped back to the US as she was fucking everybody that entered their home. I honest to GOD never recognized the fact that she was coming on to me.

Four years of having a great time came to a close as we had to come back to the US, we didn't want to leave but due to personal circumstances we had to go back. I had orders for Hq MAC (Military Airlift Command) at Scott AFB, IL.