Powdered Ice Cream From Peggy (Thornblom) Campbell: My dad was stationed with the 11th Airborne Division at Camp Schimmelpfennig, Japan, outside of Sendai, after fighting in Europe during World War II. My mother, brother and I joined him by troop ship from Seattle in the spring of 1947, at the [...]
General Jonathan Wainwright's Pilot From Fritzie Herndon Maddock I was a brat in the "old days" when we moved very often, and changed schools right and left. We lived with my grandparents while Daddy was in the China/Burma/India theater flying the infamous "Hump" in the Himalayas. He flew 64 missions supplying [...]
Very Strange Places From Carol Darling: In the mid 1950's when my dad was stationed at Orleans, my parents decided to have us live as a French family in the countryside, rather than military housing. Mom fell in love with Chateau la Mouche an ancient estate home on the banks [...]
Quit Being Military Brats? From Judi Forquer Runyon At 62 years old and being married 44 years, I am still an Army Brat (in my heart.) My question is, when do we quit being Military Brats? My heart has so many stories and life experiences because of it! I would never [...]
Friends With Prince From Sjon Ueckert My father was stationed in Sidi bu Said, Tunisia, about 15 Km North of Tunis in 1948, with the American Graves Registration Service (U.S. Army). He became friends with a local prince, Sheik Afif. I think the friendship was based on the fact that [...]
Nurnberg Still Feels Like Home From Joan Kay McCarter Adrian, Nurnberg class 1949 My trip to Germany in November 1948 was rather fun. We sailed on the Hugh J. Gaffey from Ft. Hamilton in early Nov. My step-father, my mother, and 2 very much younger sisters. This was a month [...]
What Could Be Creepier Than That? From Ann Bowman Fick-Kazala I lived at Chelsea Naval Hospital in MA for a year or so in the mid-60s. The base was great for kids, with lots of grassy hills, and a waterfront where you could drop rocks on huge jellyfish. A kid's dream! [...]
Traditional Dutch Outfits From: William S. Barker While stationed with my parents in Germany during the 50s, we took several trips to the Netherlands. During one of the trips, we stopped in a Dutch village that had a store where our parents could photograph us in traditional Dutch outfits. I was [...]
I Saw the Colonel Cry From Anne Manning Booher, commenting on an article written July 18, 2000, in the Tampa Tribune, "A Defining Moment" about the fatal crash of a B-52 in Puerto Rico. Col. Porterfield took my father's crew that day in order to get his flight time in. They [...]
Envy Their Sedate Predictable Lives From Jim Cunningham: We are nomads, and in the tradition of those wayward folks of the dark past, we tell stories. We have sparse common ground on which to stand--I mean, who ever compared the snack bar in Sagamihara to the Oasis Drive Inn in El [...]