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Subject = TABLE CONTENTS                                                  

Parent Organization = XVIII CORPS 

Unit = 3D ACR      

Folder Title = INFORMATION PAPERS                                                                              

Document Number =          8

Box ID = BX001802








                             Page-,10.      -'*7@,@ THESTARSANDSTRIPES;.,-'. TUesday,December26,l99O


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                                  Iwrilt6e-,",Iame",t                                                                 i"h                                             nds of war
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                               'ne helicopters have arrived.        ney throb      over the                The old gyrrk housed the British troops not too long            If there is a point to this letter, it is simply to share
                                                                                                  ago, and now it houses Americans. And they too are                                                                            I cannot
                                                                                                  going to war.                                                                                                                  that %ve
                                                                                                           But it all has Ditle to do with Langen or Bremerhaven                                                               Ms like a
                                                                                                  or Gcrmany.'ne men s.Fill build ne@v streets through the                                                                      to avoill
                                                                                   Ilen sky,      old pastures near out house. Women still walk to the                                                                         and they
                                                                                                  "Fai Sic" for the day's groceries, pushing babies in                  are everin my prayers.
                                                       ey neared the casern, then hov-            prams covered with plastic against the rain.-Schoolchi)-                 -Eileen Wehner
                                                            by one to the field near the          aren come and go, afid the buses run on time.                               Bremerhaven, Germany
                                                       seenother helicopters earlier [it                   I wra              u       ri                n
                                                                                                           h Pi d my U.,S -,bo nd Cb simas boxes o the day
                                                        hey go, and down the new ones             the      ,Osp a, was 8, @ d     everything perfectly norma I.
                                                                                                  But      sn@tenorm,,, at a,,.
                                                                                       utiful              I cannot shake the feeling of unreality. This is not
                                                                                      orange      Fort Beniiing, Ga., I constantly remind myself, and this
                                                                                     casem.       is not an exercise. This is Teal. As real as it c43n get.
                                                                                                  Dread - and a bittersweet sadness - permeates the
                                                                                                           .I breathe. People I am used to seeing are no
                                                                                                  very air
                                                                                                  longer there. Never, li@ing on the economy as we do.
                                                                                                  have I felt so isolated and-alone, for ray neighbors sim-
                                                                                                  plydonot comprehend what U@s is all about.
                                                                                                           ,no b my'German friends try very hard to under-
                                                                                                  stand,                                 the pulse of their fives
                                                                                                  aroun(                               nt to run into the bous-
                                                                                                  ing off                            where I can be with other
                                                                                                  spouse                                         sus
                                                                                                  though no hostile shot has bee                o depcclanrsseiiorfloor'f
                                                                                                  war has been made; the me              th Army have reun-
                                                                                                  .2ujshed their hold on their f        I s nd on their every-
                                                                                                           a livesandgoneofftowar.
                                                                                                           Ld that is the bittersweet sorrow.

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