I was extremely lucky the 27 years I served my country. I had to keep my bags packed at all times so I was ready to fly anywhere I was needed.
My European Headquarters commander was a big war hero during World War II, serving behind enemy lines.
He told me to take a few days off from all the hard work I was doing. I’m sure he was rewarding me for being his anchorman on his bowling team where we won the championship the three years I was in Germany. I think he liked me.
Of all the places I’ve been, my favorite had to be my three days in French Morocco at Ben Guerir Air Base. I went to Marrakech, where I saw sights ranging from snake charmers to an impressive European section of the town.
Marrakech is a fascinating and mysterious place.
At my age, as I look back on what I did, the places I’ve been, and the people I’ve met, I had a pretty good life for a kid born in the mountains of eastern Kentucky.
Contributing writer Everett Vanover lives in Fairfield, Calif.