MiGs Parading By The Window
Summer 1969 – late Sunday morning in barracks. Slept in late after a Saturday night. All the others were up and gone in my Bay. Suddenly, my deep sleep was interrupted by a loud roar that shook me out of bed. I roused and went to the window to lock eyes with the pilot of a MiG in his jet flying above and between our barracks and noting a circling flight of MiGs waiting their turn. The door flung open and our Battalion Col and a Sergeant Major unknown to me, rushed in saying, “Soldier, what did you see?” The MiGs parading by the window answered that question. I figure our brass had some fore warning to explain the presence of our Col and a big shot NCO. I do not recall being scared as in the 60s, this kind of stuff was known and not uncommon. Another time, in convoy in East Germany on way to Hoenfels, a line of tanks hidden behind a line of trees on top of a hill, burst out and raced down to the road’s edge and swiveled their guns in our direction. Raised hardly an eyebrow….Brigade life in the 60s.
HHC Comm 2-6