Side Trips from Baumholder, FRGIn the Field at BaumholderLiving adjacent to the NATO Major Training Area in the Kaserne at Baumholder had its advantages and disadvantages. First, you didn't have to pack everything you own and railhead to a major training area (MTA) like most units in Germany. Second, it was too easy to go to the field. There were several months from 1980 to 1982 where neither I nor my soldiers had the opportunity to bathe: June 1980 comes to mind. Also, I remember being snowed on at Range 10 at the top of the mountain in July of 1981. What fun.
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BNCOC, Vilsec FRG, 1980After arriving in Germany, I was informed that I had a slot at the 7th Army NCO Academy at Vilsec along with three other sergeants from 1-39 Infantry. The hardest part of the entire experience was traveling to Vilsec and back to Baumholder, as none of us spoke German nor understood the Deutsche Bahn. On the way to Vilsec, we nearly missed our connection in Nuremberg. And on the way back, we were told to stay on the train to make our connection. The conductor's misunderstanding of Heimbach for Rheimbach took us west of Koln, towards the Belgium border. The result was a side trip that lead through the German Wine Country and back down the Rhine River during daylight. Despite returning a day late from school, we had a memorable experience.
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Dordrecht, Netherlands, 1981My parents flew to visit family in Holland during the Summer of 1981, and I was able to drive to Holland and meet them. While there we visited some of the towns where my Step-father lived.
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Paddy's Walk, Normandy, France, 1982In June of 1982, I set out with an under-strength platoon of soldiers from 1-39 Infantry for Normandy, France on a public relations tour for the US Army. While there we were wined and dined (feted) by the local people. We slept in fields or in hay lofts, ate at the largess of the local inhabitants, or subsisted on C-Rations from our ruck sacks. But usually we just drank. Imagine starting your morning with 180 proof Calvados. I have never stayed so drunk in my life. The march started out in a field outside of Bayeaux, the home of William the Conqueror; and we alternately marched and rode along a route that generally traced the original route taken by 1-39 Infantry and the 9th Infantry Division during their campaign to liberate Normandy during the invasion of 1944. I learned a lot about myself and human nature during this tour. Enough said.
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