Circe Olson Woessner
I just received this email from Dr. Karin Pohl–
Our exhibits “Amis in Bogenhausen” and “Amis in Giesing” – both referring to Munich city districts which hosted many important American institutions and homes from 1945 to 1992 – are shown again.
When we first prepared in 2011/12 (!) for this project you were very helpful connecting us with former University of Maryland Munich Campus students. It would be great if you could share the added information about the exhibits and the side program – there will be guided tours of McGraw Kaserne including the University of Maryland, the housing areas and more. Read the rest of this entry »
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In 1960 my father was an Air Force master sergeant stationed at Tachikawa Air Base Japan, his job was managing editor of the base newspaper, and sometimes he would take me with him when he went out for a story or to take photos.
I was 9 years old and on this day a general was arriving on base and I went with him to the base terminal to watch his plane land and my dad get his story. When we arrived, he took me outside by the fence to stand and wait for him. The plane landed and the general came out and talked on a speaker to the people greeting him. After a while they walked away and got into cars and left.
My father was standing near the plane writing into his notepad and one of the planes pilots got out and walked by him….after a few steps the Captain stopped and backed up and spoke to my father, and they shook hands. They talked for about 10-15 min, they again shook hands and the pilot took a step back and came to attention giving a hard salute to my father who returned his salute and then the Captain walked away.
My father walked over and got me and we got into our car for the ride home. I ask my father: Daddy that man was an officer and you’re not an officer, why did he salute you? My dad smiled and said…. see the wings I have on my uniform…I said yes, he said the captain saw my wings and that I was also a pilot but my wings had a big “G” in the middle and that meant I was a “Glider Pilot” during World War II and he knew that was “special” and he wanted to thank me for my service.
That was the first time my dad ever told me he had been a glider pilot during the war.
By Nancy Bunker Bowen
Brats certainly have had experiences that others will never know…as I read about the brave gendarme in France who traded himself for the hostage in the terrorist attack in southern France, I learned he was stationed in nearby Carcassonne…which reminded me of this true story.
Years ago, when we were stationed in France, my family toured the medieval fortress at Carcassonne. Afterward, my father got lost on the lower town’s narrow streets and began driving our Buick the wrong way down a one-way street. A gendarme blew his whistle and ambled toward our car, Dad cursing under his breath. In the most bored tone of voice ever (stupid Americans!) he asked, “ou allez vous, monsieur?” My mother instantly leaned toward the driver’s side of the car and asked, brightly, “oooh, nous cherchons un bon restaurant!” Ah. Now THAT was different….the gendarme reeled off the name of his favorite bistro, stopped traffic, got us turned around, and wished us bon appetit… No ticket, but a great lunch and a greater memory.