When I arrived in Germany in October 1968, I would be living in the barracks a few weeks until my family and car arrived.
This new job would be my largest job I had so far. As I was the ranking noncommissioned officer, I was made barracks chief.
One of my staff sergeants was assigned to show me around. Because I was “key personnel”, everyone wanted to do things for me. Our first sergeant, whom I outranked, was very nice to me.
My young staff sergeant collected old German wall clocks. He had many in his room. The first sergeant asked him to move them. We had a room not in use, and I had the young airman put his clocks there.
As my car had not arrived from the states, I would ride with my young printer on weekends to places he bought his clocks. I liked these clocks and when my family arrived, I bought 10 of them to take back to the states with us.
When we returned to the states, I gave one clock to my sister-in-law at Pound, Va., for taking care of my 1949 Caddy convertible the three years we were in Germany. I’ve driven this car many trips cross-country.
When I retired from the Pentagon in December 1971, the other nine clocks went to California with my household goods.
As my kids were married, I gave them a clock. I now have one clock left.
I kept the one I liked best. I’ve had it over 60 years, and it is now over 200 years old. I love it, and keep it in my bedroom.
Contributing writer Everett Vanover lives in Fairfield, Calif.