7.
The clinic / Inspectors
When Chris helped the 545th Ordnance Company arrived, it was not long after she had made him a clerk in the Nuclear security office was when a person on arrival opened, and a background check on you're done. If you could not the FBI and military intelligence screening pass, they were transferred to another unit. It went very well, and knowing he had a background in administration, it was not long before he enter the officeup safety inspections. Up to this point, his 545th Understanding and the 9th MP's have never passed an examination, and therefore the commander's pretty fast going through this.
Dr. Ronald J. Sharp, was the chairman of a doctor at the clinic in Babenhausen, where to go Chris, for assistance would receive and check on the health of his military personal. He would know him very well, and it would be a very beneficial relationship for him asFriend, and the company, since they both together, and passed inspection after inspection.
As I was saying, he [it is: Chris Wright] was the Office for deposit, of which only two non-commissioned officers assigned there, and now Corporal Chris Wright, making the entry. The SFC or Sergeant First Class [E-war 7] Bullman, always leaving the office to get a beer at the EM Club on the street, and the Buck Sergeant [E-5], Sillvk, the assistant sergeant Deposit was in charge, usuallyto be seen with him, or at home, his wife. Chris would only shake his head, and instead of asking for his rights, he turned around and learned everything he could, knowing somewhere along the road, they would leave, or fired, and he'd be left assume that he was the only one who could.
When did the first inspection, to about three weeks into his new role as guarantor Clerk, none of the papers that need to be notified by the staff to take their files,was signed. The Corporal brought this up to two attention of Sergeant. They looked at each other, went over the coffee maker and a plan.
"Give me all your personal files with the signature of the GI's, he managed to take the sergeant. And he did. The Company Men, and the MP department, there were around two to one hundred individual on the site, and over one-hundred for the work have been evacuated in the back, the nuclear site area: the operation of nuclear facilities themselves;This number would be one to one hundred up to one to one hundred and eighty in forty-four months, but at this early stage, it was 50% of business and distance, or do not work for guarding nuclear weapons, which they were sent there, too. Now he has asked both as a sergeant, and she asked, without any thought of settlement,
"What needs to be signed," they asked, and the corporal pointed to the Declaration of Privacy Act, along with some other documents. And they both went to sign into the city.Asked the sergeant:
"Can we do that?" A silly question, but he was a bit scared, they did not work correctly. Said SFC Bullman,
"I have six months to go, I for my part, no matter, I am cautious now on the other hand, you want to have 25% of the staff on this website does not work, that in the short Corporal, more questions?" He then added, "will go to this quiet, or we are all in jail, including him, the sergeant and the sergeant and buck him.And so life went on, and the inspection has taken place.
- Was one of the main issues that came out of the inspection, that if the inspectors ask about the personal whether they signed the paper work, no one does not go forgotten, but the two non-commissioned officers insisted they were doing. The inspectors asked the sergeant whether he had signed, who knew or who had. He said he had come only for about six weeks, and three of them were spent on the processing of weeks, and at another spot Babenhausenfor the most part, that all that was before his arrival, was from the [thank God, he said] to me.
But the inspector took a liking to the corporal and said: "That may be, but you can go back, what you know or know ...?" The sergeant said nothing, probably not, and was pressed on the issue, but it was finally extinguished with the beating of memory, this should happen again, where no one remembers signing, there would be a new commander at the post office.And no sooner had the inspectors left, the commander a letter to him that he needs to be replaced, and so Major libertines was to incorporate soon.
It was not long before the two left-sergeant, and a new one rushed for a follow-up audit in six months. Staff Sergeant Hightower, was Charles Hightower, the new head of security rights office, he would down the street, the First Sergeant, but for the next two years he would remain vigilant and stimulating the body, mind and soul,NCOIC security agreement, the man responsible. Corporal Wright, he would learn many things and the right way, however, was the main thing: how to pass inspections, according to the rules. And it would be a lot of hard work, long hours, but on the street, he had at the end of each inspection, passing on from now to the memory of its forty-fourth month on the site. Similarly, it would make additional rank, while his 545th in, namely, Sergeant Buck. But in between was a long way. It would take someEnemies, and he would be a kind of stay in the background. Again, Hightower would be the First Sergeant, responsible for the entire company of the 545th Finally, change, and the corporal of the NCOIC of security rights office things he would learn just by doing it. But as I said that one way he was. In the meantime, he had to some twelve other controls, four of which would be Congress, or in other words, ordered by Congress, directly from Washington DC to passPentagon. It was the only one in l976, that a General to give him a medal if Hightower became the First Sergeant, who never forgot his pupils, his now-Sergeant Christopher Wright, even though he made the guarantee office, and he, Sergeant Wright would produce was on his own as the head of the guarantee office for about eighteen months.
8.
A Turkish Cigarette
After a few months at the military base, was Chris going to the EM Club in the 545th Regulation Company: ASone leaves the 545th, passing through the city of Munster, in and on, Dieburg, a small town, lives a short distance further Babenhausen, again backtracking: Babenhausen leads in Dieburg, Dieburg and leads in Munster, which leads into the ground, but Dieburg Sergeant Wright had been later in the night life would be patronizing this time [it would change Babenhausen], where he lived, and to repeat myself, at the base only rarely now, he would drink, especially after the conflicts on the [EM]Men's club and then Lt. Crawford situation. It was simply not the place to be, it was deadly than in Vietnam, he came to believe. But Chris was happy Dieburg, and to Babenhausen, as well. Dieburg, but had a lot of fear makes the Second World War, old memories of the wounded Americans, because they had very heavily bombed, and in l974-1977, they had not healed yet, it seemed to many still open wounds, even after 29 years healing, no one from the bullet holes, thestill remained in the thick wooden doors of the main church in town: for Chris had walked by it many times, to try and understand why they showed distain for him in the bars, yet after awhile, he was somewhat accepted.
Oh, he drank there, but again preferred Babenhausen, none the less, and the more he drank in Babenhausen the more he like it. Matter of fact, he was the only one that drank in Dieburg from the base, or any base, even the one military base in Babenhausen would not go to Dieburg, yes, he was the only American GI, that would be the only one they had ever seen, they [the people in the bars or guesthouses Dieburg]. Whether he likes it or not, Americans were still considered an occupying power in Germany, the winner of a long and brutal war.
Babenhausen
[Soon after several months in Dieburg, took Chris, Babenhausen, rising through the house] as you would give the House] [bar, on the right bank of the cannel in Babenhausen, was an oldGerman-Turkish bar rested, there were two rooms to make it a round half a bar and tables for eating and drinking, and one on the side of the bar, a back plate, the only result tables, and still there was a very little back to this area with four tables in it. Both had entered doors and leave. As Chris in the inn, as he got used to calling the Bars: The evening was busy most of the guests who were in the bar area, all tables were filled withCustomers, the people eat and drink. Smoke filtering into the other room, although the first room was a bit smoky in itself: to be precise, he was now a stroll through its share of smoke had when he was in a cloud of thick smoke. The other room the light was a bit dimmer because of the resting place of lazy drift of smoke that seemed to be when the doors were open, if someone came in or out, and people were not eating dinner, as in the other room back in this areanot a few had soup and bread on the table, the majority of Turkish decent, like the other guests into the small back room filled with Turkish men, as was left by the German type, with German food and lighter skin in the larger bar area . It seems to Chris, the Turkish area, the second room, the faces of the men automatically change her face, went through as Chris, was a dangerous look.
- He had noticed in life, love of the bar scene, sometimes notAnyway, you were in such a room, or bar, or a pension, a silent walk would manifest themselves, especially when there is more unkind: all the same that had not happened, although it seemed like it should. Instead, her eyes large and small tables sit several men with them, play cards, smoke, drink, soup, bread, food remained in their seats, seemingly in a coma state was, her eyes looked to follow him, tracking his movements, but not too provocative oraggressive, but confident, carefree, and curious, more so, more like: Why do you want to be here, is what her eyes said. But he could see his eyes, dark thick eyebrows on the battered bronze skin of the Turkish men were just curious, they were laborers, men of pride, not gangsters. Unkempt, yes, but unpolished with the work pants and shirts to work, old jackets, boots, a working man's workload; Chris knew everything about her, he had worked for foundries, meatPlants, like a painter, and a hundred other jobs, that was the working class, not save the pretty boy, or the Hollywood glamor-pack is this where people real men, were hung.
When he found himself sitting in the same table, beer in hand followed, still have the square jaw and thick enough for him: five dark shadow of beard on his face, but he always thought they were nice men, Turkish men that is, olive colored people, and some of the most beautiful women in the world were Turkish. ButThere were no women here today, and he was the only American, one white, pale skin Americans. But they had no beef with him. And so a corner and a chair in the little back room, where four tables were a blank, found a small table and sat on the wooden chair back with not much of one that wobbled a little unsure, but good enough: As long as he does not pull the chair, at least he killed himself in a fall at a bar, how embarrassing, so he put his cup on the table, lita cigarette and looked around, now he was always one of them, he even put on a half-smile, the face, the other with his eyes on the wall beside him, he looked, they ring the Color come from, and some of it in places that had seemed a bit less colorful than in other troubled places of eternal smoke of the paint dull.
Now you see the pictures closer: a couple on his right shoulder, a couple on the wall above his left by another personTable, two other men to drink in the conversation, he noticed beer mugs in bulk, hook, here and there and everywhere. Some fantasy, some not so fancy. He often thought: "... what I do in tests to do things like this." Granted, for the moment it did not matter, but still, just walk into harms way, was to, what he had done, but compared to walk into a strange place they were drinking the Americans might have hated, but apparently they have not. Most GI's remained based on orhad to walk a few guys with them when they planned this for some drinking on the German economy, he was always alone, well, not always, but most of the time and what was possible his source of security for most GI's wanted trouble, Chris wanted to get drunk. He was not afraid of any man, and knew that he can be the most in a fight, and it would usually take more than one, and I know another man, when do you not afraid of him. And he did not, plus he liked the environment, it was astained spot, but comfortable.
The question was answered, he did ever get in trouble with his long-range lifestyle, bar life, and would, oh yes, but possible different now and quite honestly, most of the times were not troubled times, the most wanted man a good to have time to get drunk, eat, talk over the day, and women, and the government, and then go home and love their wives, and you get a good night's sleep before came the next day and start all over again that lifeIn its simplest form. But the American GI's had a bad reputation, and to be honest, it was of anger, for not drinking the most to handle, or know too much to drink or not, as you drink and then were rude and wanted to fight. Also, most were young and brash, and loud. Chris, it was the opposite.
As he glanced over and lit up cigarettes a few Turkish men, a man walked by, walked by when he entered the small room on the page, which is to him from the cornerhis eye by the name Abdullah, who was watching him now. Feeling has committed, he gave him a smile, it really is the best weapon a man in a situation like this, he thought. Turkish music filled the smoky air to air, the sails, the choking air. The Germans had thought for a workload for the Turkish men in their country, Chris, makes the jobs they have do not like how back in the States in which companies hire Mexicans to have the jobs Americans do not want to do -- - Offer andDemand was the demand of the economy in both countries. The only time the Germans were mad at her, came as the hard times, and then they would throw it in their country. Or when a GI wanted to rent an apartment, as Chris would have in Dieburg and a Turkish family living there, or just for Turkish workers, the GIs got it, but of course he had twice as many who do not know, but to pay - or he did not know to believe. And the Turkish would be replaced the next day. He obtained hisApartment.
And here he lit his cigarette, and washed the smoke with his dark beer, bear buck, as it were water.
"Smoke," said the Turkish man, the young American soldier, as he put his beer down on the table, it spilled out into the throat. He hesitated, looked at his dark eyes, broad shoulders, he was a few years older than him, possibly in the vicinity of thirty-five. They both smiled, and he asked in broken English:
"I Vant cigaretta Americana ..." thanChris did, he handed a thick Turkish cigarette. Then he took them, which gave the Turkish man, Abdullah wanted to trade a bit though. He knew she had a large black market in Germany for American whiskey and cigarettes was possible, what it was, but it was not.
"My nam Abdullah Vhat a GI not here ...", he said, confused, looked around, and almost amused.
, Said Chris [with a blinking] smiling, "just a drink, my friend, nothing more and nothing less, my name is Chris," Chrisshook hands with him, both shook their hands then.
"Dhat gowd's", he replied: "No, they GI com." Then he shook his head as if it was ok, and he drew three cigarettes and gave them to Abdullah, and he gave Chris one of his fat again. They both smiled again, if ever, smiles reassuringly of the best international language of thought in the world, Chris is "Dhat gowd's", he replied that the yellowish-gold teeth, spitting the words as he flashes a smile. His fatMustache in the way he liked it, Chris, as he did, he was a simple man, honest, friendly and curious. He was looking for wide, with a shadow on his face as the need to shave, was possible, a clock in the morning now, but some people just grow them immediately.
"Com joyoin us," he commented, but Chris offered to join them went, drank his beer down and left. But to follow in the coming months, he found himself go back to this guest house in Babenhausen, as he had from Dieburg, moveBabenhausen, he had more time in the local shops and guesthouses that area.
