My Mother: Survived NAZI Germany. A story for another time but one tough woman
My Father: Intelligence work with US government circa early 1950s. He met my mother in Germany
Summer of 1959: Living in France with my parents but Dad was gone for several months. Our location was discovered by malcontents...then... I remember the loud popping sounds as my mother took me away to a safe room. We were rescued by US military police chartered with watching our house.
1968. While living in Panama City, Panama: General Torrijos engages in a military coup and takes over the government. The news reports stated afterwards that it was a peaceful coup but... While I was playing baseball in an open field, we were attacked from the top of a hotel by military personnel shooting down out us. We took 'cover' out of instinct and survived long enough to make it back to our apartment complex. We were still waiting for on base housing at the time, hence living in country. I was 13 at the time.
1970: Panama City, Panama - Students were rioting (don't remember why) and my mother (escapee from the NAZIs) was caught while trying to drive us into the canal zone to safety. Bricks were flying and she did a reverse move and spun our Rambler Station Wagon around like a pro and we fled.
1973 to 1978: Vietnam era. It ended the summer of 1975 but I did not ETS out until '78. 'Nuff said
Post 1978: I longed for a normal life and found it here in the USA.
Suffice it to say, between my own experiences and stories told to me and my siblings by Mom, it is clear that some of her experiences in Germany are repeating themselves in our country, hence my desire to align myself with good people.
I very much look forward to learning from everyone here and maybe sharing a few more sobering experiences which are at the core of who I am today.
With humility and respect.
My Father: Intelligence work with US government circa early 1950s. He met my mother in Germany
Summer of 1959: Living in France with my parents but Dad was gone for several months. Our location was discovered by malcontents...then... I remember the loud popping sounds as my mother took me away to a safe room. We were rescued by US military police chartered with watching our house.
1968. While living in Panama City, Panama: General Torrijos engages in a military coup and takes over the government. The news reports stated afterwards that it was a peaceful coup but... While I was playing baseball in an open field, we were attacked from the top of a hotel by military personnel shooting down out us. We took 'cover' out of instinct and survived long enough to make it back to our apartment complex. We were still waiting for on base housing at the time, hence living in country. I was 13 at the time.
1970: Panama City, Panama - Students were rioting (don't remember why) and my mother (escapee from the NAZIs) was caught while trying to drive us into the canal zone to safety. Bricks were flying and she did a reverse move and spun our Rambler Station Wagon around like a pro and we fled.
1973 to 1978: Vietnam era. It ended the summer of 1975 but I did not ETS out until '78. 'Nuff said
Post 1978: I longed for a normal life and found it here in the USA.
Suffice it to say, between my own experiences and stories told to me and my siblings by Mom, it is clear that some of her experiences in Germany are repeating themselves in our country, hence my desire to align myself with good people.
I very much look forward to learning from everyone here and maybe sharing a few more sobering experiences which are at the core of who I am today.
With humility and respect.
