When I first arrived in Germany the country was still divided between East and West. I arrived in Frankfurt as required and on time. When I arrived in Frankfurt it was my first time being away from the home shores of the United States and it was intimidating to me. I had never been this far from Roanoke, VA. I was just eighteen and scared to death to experience anything that adventurous my first night so I stayed in the barracks. We were processed into the European theater and I was surprised by how quick the Army had this done.
I was sent to the extreme northern portion of Germany halfway between Bremen and Bremerhaven. It was in this area I started to find myself, and to break away from that shy scared abused boy of my youth. My first night in my room I was asked if I wanted to go to Bremen to drink some beer and I said sure. My roommates said don’t worry we will have you home in time and laughed. I had the normal responsibilities of any new soldier arriving at their first military installation, that deer in the headlights look. As I settled into my new surroundings, many thoughts crossed my mind such as how could a citizenry let a half crazed maniac destroy such a beautiful country.
I found it interesting that German families in conjunction with the US military, would have American soldiers in their houses for the holidays. The Germans would adopt a soldier for Christmas. I never participated because I always went home on leave over the holidays. I also learned that we weren’t the well loved and respected nation that we were taught in school. The governments always had a wanted terrorist list posted that we had to look out for, and also Russian spies operated within the borders of Germany.
There was another thing to get accustomed to was exchanging my US money for the German Deutschmark. That rate changed daily and it seemed that the rate was always lower on payday. I was different than most Americans because I would actually eat at local restaurants taste the cuisine and found I actually loved it.
I learned two things that night, there was no age limit in the bar and that I couldn’t drink more than half a German beer without getting sick. My favorite German beer was Romer Pils dark. I met someone my night yes a girl and I went home with her. But I was more interested in her twin brother and the sparks flew between the two of us…