It was mid-1960s at Travis Air Force Base, Calif. I had served 23 years in the Air Force.
The Vietnam War was not going well for us. I was noncommissioned officer in charge of printing for the Military Air Transport Service (MATS) from the Mississippi River to Tachikawa, Japan.
I was working part time on weekends, printing for the largest construction company in northern California, and they wanted me to retire and come work full time for them.
The offset printing supervisor for our Air Force headquarters in Europe was having a hard time in his job. I was asked to take the job for the next three years. My wife was not happy with the news, but all my kids loved the idea of moving. I took the assignment.
My family would stay with my parents in Jenkins while I went ahead to Germany to find a place for my large family to live, and enroll my kids in school.
My new job was in charge of all offset printing of all Europe. Many of my printers ended up working for me again, either in Germany or other bases in Europe.
Wiesbaden, Germany was a beautiful city.
(Contributing writer Everett Vanover lives in Fairfield, Calif.)