Walking to Doughboy City (AKA Cold boy City) was always a great adventure, meeting the Berliners who tried to talk to you in there best English, Thanking you for being there.
En-route to training we would have the young Germans riding on a bicycle, flip us off at the front of the formation, I would call back and tell the 90mm gunner to take him out, you would see the action in the back, we would pretend to him, but catch him in panic, when the word got around when you are on a bike be nice and just smile passing us.
I am still here is West Germany. I do go to Berlin to see family and have a Curry with pomme frits and mayo.
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