Travels

I grew up in a small farming community. As a child, travel was limited by both cost and the quality of both cars and roads. While a trip to Memphis was considered a “big” trip, as I grew older the trips became longer yet less frequent. After my sister married, my family, or parts of it, travelled to her home every two or three years. This included one trip to Virginia, near Norfolk, and several trips to Michigan, a short distance north of Detroit. One of these trips also included a daytrip to Canada. Many of my friends had even fewer trips other than to Memphis.

When I was a high school senior, my class took a three- or four-day trip to Houston to visit both the Astrodome and Astroworld. For many this was a first long trip from our hometown or the nearby farms.

After graduating, I entered college, not at the closest university but instead across the state. I think now that this may have been thought of as another trip but one that lasted nearly four years instead of a few days. While there I enrolled in ROTC and was commissioned in the Army. Perhaps the thing that attracted me to the Army instead of a local business was the opportunity for even more travel.

And travel I did, to locations in both the United States and Europe. Some assignments were short and some longer. Some were for training, and some were for regular duty. Some were enjoyable and some a bit less so. But I did get to travel and to bring with me memories of each location and hopes for the next. So here I would like to share a bit about the places, memories, and even some regrets. Many of the places where I was assigned are no longer there, but they are still remembered by those who served there. So, take a trip down memory lane with me and hopefully enjoy a bit about my travels, or maybe travails, as I talk about some of these places.

I will start with college, what was then a small college of about two thousand students. As with any college that small, degree options were limited but they met my needs. While there I was also the manager of the basketball team. This allowed me to travel some more, to places I would not have visited otherwise. I also went to ROTC summer camps at both Fort Knox (no, I didn’t get to see the gold – LOL) and Fort Riley.

After college my first Army assignment was at Fort Benjamin Harrison, Indiana. This was for officer training in 1974. Our training class was about forty-one new Lieutenants, some who would continue on active duty after the training and some who would go back to their communities as members of the reserve forces. You make many friends in a thirteen-week course, many of whom I remain in contact today, over fifty years later. I enjoyed this assignment greatly, along with several others at Fort Ben later in my career. The fort is no longer there for new junior officers to enjoy.

From there I was assigned to Fort Polk, Louisiana. The two locations could be no more different. Fort Ben was small and in a metropolitan area. Fort Polk was large and located in a rural area near the Texas-Louisiana border. Fort Ben had more of an administrative feel, like the soldiers stationed there while Fort Polk was going through a transition from an infantry training post to the home of a new Infantry Division. I was at Fort Polk for about three years and there were things I enjoyed and other things that I did not. I made several friends but not nearly as many as at Fort Ben and none that I am in contact with today.

After leaving Fort Polk, it was back to Fort Ben for another short school and then to Europe for my next assignment. When I arrived in Europe, my first assignment was to a data processing unit (a name no longer used or even relevant) in Nellingen, just outside Stuttgart, Germany. Our unit operated three computer centers supporting the Army’s Seventh Corps. I really enjoyed my first trip to Germany; both the military duties and life with the Germans participating in things like Volksmarching, beer and wine festivals, and shopping, skiing, and wonderful meals at local Gasthauses. This assignment also offered the opportunity to visit Austria, Switzerland, and Belgium. The military post is no longer there and has been replaced by a modern German community.

From Germany, I was reassigned to a new unit located near the Mediterranean Sea. Camp Darby and an associated storage depot were shared by Army and Air Force units. It was just outside Tirrenia, a small seaside resort between Pisa and Livorno. There I was assigned to a newly forming logistics unit with fewer than twenty other individuals, both military and civilian. In this job I also had the opportunity of short visits to Army units in both Greece and Turkey. While I enjoyed my time there, it was also filled with challenges and after almost two years I was ready to move on. My one regret about my time in Italy was that I did not get to enjoy more of the culture that Italy offered. I visited Florence, or Firenza, but did not spend any time in Rome, visit Venice, or the Italian Alps.

After my time at Camp Darby, I returned to Fort Benjamin Harrison for a longer school and was there for about eight months, mostly in the winter. The fort had changed little since my earlier assignments there and the level of enjoyment was much the same. The class size was larger, and more new friends were made before moving to my next long assignment and new role.

My next duty station was at Fort Gillem, Georgia. This was on the southern side of Atlanta, and we provided administrative support for Army Reserve and National Guard units located throughout the southeastern United States and in Puerto Rico. Many others assigned there spent many days travelling although my office did little travel other than regular trips to the Washington, DC area. This is another post that no longer exists as it did. While some military units may still have headquarters there, most of the larger units are gone.

Then it was back to Germany for another tour. Initially I was assigned to another data processing unit at Kilbourne Kaserne near Heidelberg, Germany. My time here was spent much the same as during my first visit to Germany. This was a nice place to be assigned; a small Kaserne yet near all of the conveniences necessary to support the Army’s Headquarters for all of Germany which was located in Heidelberg. The Kilbourne Kaserne, like many other kasernes throughout the country may still exist but are no longer used by the US military.

My final years in Germany were spent in Wurzburg as part of the 3rd Infantry Division. The Division was spread over several locations in that part of Germany, and I visited several new cities and towns as a result. Like all of my tours in Europe, this was an enjoyable one with a few challenges thrown in just to keep things interesting. One memory that stays fresh in my mind is falling in deep snow, late at night, wearing full battle equipment during a field exercise. This is definitely an experience that I would not want to repeat. None of the Army posts remain in the Wurzburg area as a result of changing priorities and new missions.

To wrap up my Army career, I spent several years in St. Louis working in a headquarters supporting Army Reserve soldiers across the country. This unit was composed of a large number of civilian employees along with a smaller number of military personnel. Here too, my travel was largely limited to trips to and from Washington, DC or nearby Alexandria, VA. And, even here, the Army organization where I was assigned is no longer in St. Louis and has been absorbed into another organization elsewhere.

After retiring, I have remained in the St. Louis area and will probably not relocate again. But my travels did not end here. Since arriving I have had the opportunity to visit the Gulf Coast, the lighthouses on and around the Great Lakes, the desert Southwest and Rocky Mountains, and the New England area. All have been fun and all have offered an opportunity for learning and enjoyment.

I hope you have enjoyed this brief description of some of my travels and have the opportunity for travels of your own.

Temporary Buildings

On Monday I saw a photo online of an old barracks building on the grounds of Fort Chafee, Arkansas. This building, like others on military bases across the country, was erected before or after the beginning of World War II. These barracks (like the one behind my father in this photo) provided housing for soldiers during their initial training and before they were deployed throughout Europe and the Pacific. Later they would serve the same purpose during the Korean and Viet Nam conflicts and even in peacetime.

A typical barracks had two floors and could accommodate about 40 soldiers on each floor. Privacy was non-existent. The soldiers were provided a bunk and a locker, typically a footlocker, for their possessions. The buildings were erected quickly with limited insulation, minimal heating or cooling, and either wood or asbestos floors.

Along with the barracks buildings, a number of single-story support buildings were erected. These buildings might house hospitals, mess halls, supply rooms, or other administrative operations.

Most were built in the early 1940’s and were designated as “temporary buildings”, a term never clearly defined but thought by many to mean until the end of the war.  Many of these buildings not only survived but were in use in the 1970’s or 1980’s, and even rarely into the 1990’s on some military posts. They were not luxurious by any stretch of the imagination. They were utilitarian – designed to house and train our military. Civilians arrived here by train, bus, and automobile. A few weeks later trained soldiers, sailors, and marines departed. For most, these were the best places they would live until the end of their service. Many of the thousands who passed through would never return to our country. These temporary structures were also used for housing immigrants after the Viet Nam War and, unfortunately, as internment camps housing people because of their place of birth or names. I, personally, lived in one of these temporary buildings at Camp Forsyth, Fort Riley, Kansas, in 1973. Our mess hall was also in one of the single-story buildings.

In 1974, many of these buildings were still in use for housing soldiers during basic and advanced training after enlistment. Some of the administrative buildings are shown in this photo from Fort Polk, Louisiana in 1974. Many of these buildings and barracks on South Post were torn down and replaced with new, “permanent” buildings in the mid-1970’s as the 5th Infantry Division (Mechanized) was activated. At the same time, many of “temporary” buildings on North Post were retained for training of new soldiers. Similar things occurred at forts and bases across the country.

In some locations, forts and bases were turned over to the National Guard to meet training and other needs. This happened at Fort Chafee, Camp Shelby, Mississippi, and Fort McCoy, Wisconsin, among many others. In some cases, the “temporary” buildings were demolished, in others sold, and sometimes abandoned. Some may still exist today.

When I think about these “temporary” buildings today, I wonder if those who were involved in erecting them ever believed that their work would continue in use for so long into the future. When new soldiers passed through the buildings on their way to war, did they believe the buildings would remain if or when they returned? Were these “temporary” structures better or worse than the homes they left behind to fight for our country?

I also wonder if builders today were tasked to create temporary structures to rapidly meet the needs of a country going to war, not just smaller engagements but war on the scale of World War I or World War II, could today’s builders meet the demand. If so, what shortcuts would be taken? How could we do this fast? And would today’s temporary structures still be usable 30, 40, or even 50 years in the future?

I have no answers for these questions. They are just food for thought. What could, would, or might happen?

Why the Army?

In the past. I’ve been asked, “Why did you go into the Army?” This is a question I have pondered repeatedly and even today I’m not sure I have a good answer. Perhaps patriotism played a role although I do not consider myself more patriotic than others my age. If I had been a few years older, I could have said it was because of the draft and the Viet Nam War. But this was not true because by the time I graduated from college, the end of the War was near and the draft was, for all intents and purposes, no longer an issue. Or was it something else?

As I was laying in bed this morning this question came to mind again although it has not been asked recently. While I am the son of a World War II veteran, the idea of entering the military was never discussed in our home. Nor was it ever discussed in our school. So why did I even consider it?

Maybe it was something in my childhood. When I was young in most years my family went to the nearby small city of Jonesboro to see their Christmas parade. The parade consisted of a few floats, some marching units, some vehicles, and Santa Claus – a favorite of the children. While I cannot remember many details, there was one unit that I always enjoyed seeing. It was a small military drill team; I believe they were from ROTC unit at the local college and were called the Reng Rifles. They marched proudly in their uniforms, carrying rifles and wearing brightly polished silver helmets. As they went down the street, they twirled their rifles and did other movements that I found fascinating.

Several years later, a young man who I respected graduated from that same college commissioned as a Second Lieutentant after completing ROTC. He was five or six years older than me, and I can’t remember if he went on active duty or became a member of the reserves. I know he never suggested that I follow in his footsteps yet his decision to become an Army officer increased my respect for him.

When I left home and entered college, one of the first classes I asked to enroll was military science, or ROTC. Unfortunately, the only class session that fit my schedule was cancelled because of low enrollment. I could have moved on and no longer considered ROTC or the military as part of my future. Instead, near the end of my sophomore year I learned of a program that allowed those with interest in the military to enter a two-year ROTC program. To do this, you had to attend a summer camp between your sophomore and junior years, enroll in ROTC classes the next two years, then accept a commission. I agreed to do this and thus was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant upon my graduation.

There were several who encouraged me throughout these two years – my roommate who was two years ahead of me in college and in ROTC, others both ahead of me in college and even some following me, our ROTC staff, my parents, and others. One person I especially remember was the head of our ROTC department with whom I shared a first and middle name along with a last initial.

Even with all of this, I’m not sure why I entered the Army. Were I placed in the same position today, I believe I would do the same thing. While there were good times and bad during my Army career, I learned much and travelled to places I would never have seen otherwise. I met people who I remember to this day although I have not seen them in many years. I served our country. I was lucky, I did not have to serve on the battleground. I knew many who did. I have no respect for those who dodged the draft, nor can I respect those who criticize our military today yet have never served.

So, if you ask, give me a few moments to gather my thoughts and try to provide you a good answer. There are too many things that affected my decision both to enter the Army and remain there for a career.

Veteran’s Day 2024

On this Veteran’s Day 2024, I thought I should write a short post honoring those who have served. Many, like me served during peacetime or were lucky enough to not be deployed to a battle zone. I say lucky because anyone who is a veteran made a commitment to serve our country. They agreed to possibly make the ultimate sacrifice to ensure the freedoms and rights of all Americans – even those who refused to serve our country and those who refused to honor the service of those serving.

I’m not sure how many veteran’s there are, or were, in my extended family. I know that my father (pictured below) served, I served, and my son served. I also had uncles who served along with cousins. I don’t believe that either of my grandfathers served, not out of a lack of patriotism but instead because they were to young for some times of crisis or too old for others. Even so, they made sacrifices because their children served.

My father before his deployment in World War II. He served in the Army Air Corps, later known as the U.S. Air Force. He served in the Pacific Theater on the islands north of Australia and south of Japan.

I also have many friends who are veterans. Many served at the same time I did. Others served either before or after I served. We expected nothing special for our service nor do we expect nothing today. I suspect this is true for those serving today.

Veterans share common bonds, no matter when they served, where they served, or their branch of service. When they gather, they may talk about their service, places they shared, and the trials and tribulations they may have faced – separation from loved ones, injuries they or others may have experienced, and things they learned. Seldom do they share feelings or thoughts about those who refused to serve – at least not publicly.

So while I did not get this posted by the exact time, let us all honor those who have served or are serving today, especially at this the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, the official end of World War I – what was then known as Armistice Day and is now known as Veteran’s Day.