Amazing info. I gather you did well out of your time in the military.
----------------------------- I heard a lot of stories of non-combat service from when my father was a company commander in the Air Corps. He and my uncle served in New Guinea where the commanding general was an engineer and inventor himself and encouraged any home-grown innovation that helped fight the enemy. MacArthur backed him as long as the results served the fight, strict rule followers were sent home for "combat fatigue". The natives had no money so loose control didn't lead to the corruption that occurred elsewhere. Otherwise they treated government property as toys to play with and especially customize as only engineers and mechanics can.
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The Chief of Staff was Merian Cooper, a bold and independent pilot/adventurer who had created "King Kong" and served with the Flying Tigers.
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I was expecting hardship and discipline, instead the food was good and the Captain in Basic Training had bet that his company could score the highest on the final test three times in a row. We were the third, so they marched and ran us to their limits (I'd been a distance runner), but treated us with respect and gave us weekends off. We could see what other training companies experienced, were grateful and delivered the results that made him a Major.
Then in Electronics school my course was classified and no material could leave the building, thus no homework. I was free to explore nearby New York City on weekends. Nearing graduation we were promoted to the first level of NCO and made squad and platoon leaders, which made the school's boastful Air Force contingent furious, since they had to wait years for promotion.
The German I studied in college may have directed me to serve in Germany where I travelled around and needed it. Discipline there was reputedly strict, however ambitious civil rights lawyers were exploiting accusations against "ethnic" personnel as racial incidents which hurt the careers of any officers involved. As a result discipline nearly vanished for everyone, drug use was accepted and barracks inspections ceased so they wouldn't have to ignore the punchbowls of hashish etc. Interestingly everything kept running smoothly, the small percentage who make things happen continued to and the rest smoked their dope and stayed quietly out of our way.
Shortly after arriving I was promoted to a tech grade of sergeant which allowed me to act independently wherever I went and get things done. My job was fixing code machines that never broke, though other equipment did and the phone lines the Army leased to link computers were their worst, barely usable whenever it rained.
I was on call and couldn't be given a task I couldn't drop when a plane arrived to take me on a repair mission. After a reorganization we lost air support and drove, in military vehicles until they broke down and then in Army civilian vehicles or our own cars if we could pass the driving (sign reading) test. Beware of Glatteisgefahr and be sure to Einfahrt Freihalten. Due to Vietnam's cost there was no money in Europe for spare parts, and no local source for anything not Metric. Private mail orders kept Jeeps running, usually with higher performance parts that made them dangerous at German road speeds. BMWs handle well for good reason. Since few left the base to go drinking the military pay gave us cash to burn on cameras, audio equipment and car parts, although in the US married servicemen qualified for welfare. Gasoline was very cheap because we didn't pay the 3/4 of the posted price that was tax.
Thus I became the post photographer and helped out in the motor pool and with the USO whose director wanted to run a small theatre group. I was the prime choice for meet-the-Germans trips to local attractions like the neat, flower bordered and Teutonically organized sewage facility they were so proud of. Methane from a sludge digester ran a huge Diesel that powered the facility. OTOH being the token enlisted man at an officers' banquet in Heidelberg Castle was fun, I danced with the Colonel's wife on the huge wine barrel (the younger wives were ignoring her) and saw how bored and unhappy the officers' wives were. I recruited wives into the USO theatre group to keep them busy and out of trouble. I was selected to attend a grad student's Drug Education program which was mainly about his research into how various popular intoxicants inhibit blood circulation in frogs' transparent feet. He was very surprised to find a trained scientist in his class when he expected all useless losers who could be spared. Conveniently it was held next to an old airstrip we used for emergency landings. Once we tied up Stuttgart's international airport while we made a very slow emergency landing in an old radial-engined Canadian bush plane.
I had learned enough of German (and French) language and culture to get along. Most Americans hadn't, felt left out and stayed on base. Two "ethnics" reenlisted to get back to Saigon, their reason being that in the US and Germany they were distinctly second class but in Vietnam they became rich Americans for the first time.
At the time the saddest day of my life was landing back in New Jersey.