The Army, or 05K7J9 as they say.

Eventualy it became clear that I didn't belong there. I needed to get out. That's when the nice long haired guy from the army came to town. "It's just like a regular job dude." he said. "Now that that Vietnam thing is over, there won't be a war for generations. The people have lost their taste for it." he reasoned.

Yep, he sure could spot the stupid farm hick.

They asked "Where do you want to go for trainng?" "California." I responded. Check, Florida.
"And where do you want to serve?" "Europe." I shot back. Check, Berlin

You see, as a farm boy, who needed geography. Berlin is right in the center of Europe. See the maps? I heard of the Berlin wall, that seperates East Germany and West Germany. It turns out, for those of you too young to remember, Berlin was over a hundred miles inside the communist held East Germany.

Of course there was basic training, it was aweful, but what I expected. Ok, the part where they took my glasses and had someone beat me, calling it 'boxing' was an disturbing. The obvious thing to do for me was to go to church, so I went to the army church, where they proceeded to explain to me how God wanted America to be strong and we were his soldiers, and God directs our leaders.

Hey! That's not right!, you're just taking what I believe, and twisting it to make me do what you want me to..... Hey, wait a minute! Ok, now I had to take everything I learned at home and question it. I decided that I still beleve, but not so much in church as in god. I still thought the army might be good, but not the army church.

The rest of the training was also what I expected. My official job title included "non-morse" so the first six weeks of training was learning morse code. Remember, millitary intelligence. Still, this was training, the 'real' army would be different, right?

Berlin, Sie Verlassen Den Amerikanischen Sektor.

Finally trained, it's off to Europe and the good times. My first clue something was amiss was the guy with the machine gun in the train station. Back then they didn't allow armed police in airports.
It turns out that I had to ride a train because I was not allowed to fly commercial airlines over East Germany, because the commercial airlines had agreements to crash land in East Germany in an emergency.

When I got there, they were not expecting me. That surprised me, cause this was supposed to be millitary intelligence.

I didn't know it at the time, but my barracks, Andrews Barracks, was a Nazi headquarters. An ancient brick building that was falling down by the time I left.

The next surprise was the group of 'thumpers' that cornered me.
"Hi, you are a long way from home, you must be lonely, our group likes to get together and chat and talk about important things. Oh, are you born again?"

They kept comming at me again and again, and if not for my earlier army church experience I may have been easy prey for them.

Eventually I had to be rude, polite wasn't something they understood. Even that may not have worked, but I got moved to a different floor when I got assigned to trick work. No, thats what they called our shifts:

This pretty much ruins any chance of sleeping, or knowing what day of the week it is. Thank goodness it was only for two and a half years.

More will follow as I take time to type.

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