A friend from high school wrote me a letter while I was in Germany and she told me she thought I was the luckiest person in the WORLD to be stationed in Germany. I felt like it was a curse or a punishment. Lucky? What is so great about this?
She went on to explain the ratio of male soldiers to female soldiers and well, she was right about that. The male soldiers far out weighed the female soldiers. Not too far away were two kasernes Bleidorn and Barton Barracks (sometimes we'd go up there to eat in their mess hall) that were mostly artillery units hence 100% male soldiers. I suppose for a single female soldier stationed where I was would be ideal but well, it really wasn't for me.
I wasn't interested in dating any soldiers and the reason being, I wasn't interested in getting involved with anyone that wasn't from Chicago --because I fully intended to go back there and live the rest of my life there. I couldn't be bothered with anyone from New York or Montana or any place that wasn't home to me. I also wasn't interested in dating any soldiers because I also did not intend to spend not even 20 seconds longer in the Army, active-duty or as a spouse, than my enlistment time. Dating soldiers wasn't really an option for me. I was mostly interested in travel and working and counting the days until I'd be back home.
Its quite apparent in my pictures as most of them are of me and my roommate when we were travelling. That's it! When soldiers would marry, like Medic S, I would think how utterly stupid that was! How do you marry someone NOT from your hometown? How do you reconcile family holidays for the rest of your life? It made no sense to me at all. My grand plans were to do my time in the Army, go back home, meet the man of my dreams and live happily ever after in the Chicago land area. After all, what greater place would there be to live? Hawaiian paradise? Ha! Not me. The warm southern state of Georgia? Unthinkable! Ohio? Huh? Where is that?
She went on to explain the ratio of male soldiers to female soldiers and well, she was right about that. The male soldiers far out weighed the female soldiers. Not too far away were two kasernes Bleidorn and Barton Barracks (sometimes we'd go up there to eat in their mess hall) that were mostly artillery units hence 100% male soldiers. I suppose for a single female soldier stationed where I was would be ideal but well, it really wasn't for me.
I wasn't interested in dating any soldiers and the reason being, I wasn't interested in getting involved with anyone that wasn't from Chicago --because I fully intended to go back there and live the rest of my life there. I couldn't be bothered with anyone from New York or Montana or any place that wasn't home to me. I also wasn't interested in dating any soldiers because I also did not intend to spend not even 20 seconds longer in the Army, active-duty or as a spouse, than my enlistment time. Dating soldiers wasn't really an option for me. I was mostly interested in travel and working and counting the days until I'd be back home.
Its quite apparent in my pictures as most of them are of me and my roommate when we were travelling. That's it! When soldiers would marry, like Medic S, I would think how utterly stupid that was! How do you marry someone NOT from your hometown? How do you reconcile family holidays for the rest of your life? It made no sense to me at all. My grand plans were to do my time in the Army, go back home, meet the man of my dreams and live happily ever after in the Chicago land area. After all, what greater place would there be to live? Hawaiian paradise? Ha! Not me. The warm southern state of Georgia? Unthinkable! Ohio? Huh? Where is that?
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