Greetings from Ft. Huachuca, Arizona!
I’m just about eight miles from the Mexican border, and there are signs around post warning us about killer bees. It’s a nice post, most of the buildings are brand-spankin’-new, and the past few days have been really cushy. Being prior service, they have us quartered in a separate barracks (two-man rooms… cool) and we fall in separately from the kiddies fresh out of boot camp. Chow hall isnt’ bad, and our barracks is right across the street from the PX, Class Six, Burger King, the Post Cinema, and all those other amenities that make life pleasant.

So, I walk into the PX last night to buy a pillow and some bedsheets, and I recognize my old Company Commander from Germany walking out. Frank Gonzales, Signal Officer, who’s a Lieutenant Colonel now about to take command of one of the signal battalions here. He got a surprised smile once he remembered me, so I guess I left a decent impression on him from Deutscheland. Wotthehell… it never hurts to have a field-grade officer on your “I knew him when” list.

Anyhow, my class starts training Tuesday after the four-day-weekend, so I get a couple of days to sleep in before the party starts in earnest. Looks like I WILL get to take leave over the X-Mas holidays, so I’ll be seeing you folks then. Meantimes, take best care, and I’ll keep y’all updated.