I'm fairly certain I posted much earlier in this thread, however, I don't mind repeating. I'm proud of the fact I have lived in the military family my entire life. Both of my parents were Air Force intel, met and married in Wiesbaden in 1957. Mom got out when I was born, and back then there wasn't a choice given. It became a family tradition, as both of my sisters and I left the military when we were pregnant with our first children.
Dad took us to Georgia (two tours), California, Kentucky, Greece, Alabama, and Texas (three tours, the last one for retirement purposes)
I went to high school and college in San Antonio, then was stationed at Ft. Hood, TX for almost four years
Fortunately I was then sent to Frankfurt, Germany, where I met and married my hubby and had our daughter. I resigned, and a year later hubby was reassigned to Ft. Huachuca, where our son was born. We then went back to Germany, Stuttgart area this time (although we actually lived way out in a small farming village, Machtolsheim-my favorite posting ever), after the unit was disbanded shortly after Desert Storm we were sent to Ft. Benning, then back to Augsburg, Germany, where hubby participated in "peacekeeping" ::)operations in Bosnia consisting of dodging bullets and grenades regularly, onwards to Ft. Lewis, Washington, Ft. Belvoir, Virginia, and a final PCS to Ft. Huachuca, where hubby finally hung it up 30 years. He started as a tank mechanic, re-enlisted in intelligence, and retired as a CW5 All Source Intel Analyst, or whatever its current designation is (the Army tends to reinvent the wheel often), and now works as a contractor.
Ironically he never stepped foot in Korea, although from Ft. Lewis he spent plenty of time in other Asian countries and Hawaii. He went to Korea for his job a few months ago, and is going back the end of April. I confess I've no desire to see Asia, Africa or any other continent than Europe again...one reason we're headed for Provence in November for a river cruise. We did tons of travelling the nine years we spent in Europe, and except for the crazy socialist governments I loved every minute. Cool rain, green vegetation, castles and cathedrals everywhere you looked, ah, good times, good times. I've also been to British Columbia and Alberta, and across the border to Nogales eons ago when it was much safer, and visited or at least drove through all of the 48 contiguous states. Maybe I'll get to the other two someday.
To wrap this up,
finally, I live in Arizona and will probably die here although hubby still dreams of retiring for good to Montana or Wyoming. I've come a long way from that six-week old baby my parents packed up in Savannah and took cross country to California. Guess I should say I'm an Arizonan now; all I feel for certain is I'm damn glad and proud to be an American.
