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Suzanne Rice

Feb 20 2018

A Mercedes Benz on a Captain’s Pay – 1975

Steve’s story is a surprise ending to George Coan’s “Diary of a Carpool” story – even George doesn’t know the twist in the story! Please read George’s story first and then come back here for the rest of the story: Diary of a Carpool

I usually can’t remember what I had for breakfast but I do believe that the
car we drove at Ft. Sill during the Field Artillery Officers Advanced Course was a white Mercedes Benz sedan that was shipped back to the states from Germany. Before you ask how we could afford a MB on a Captain’s pay, let me explain.

1975 Mercedes Germany
Mercedes on a Captain’s Pay

After serving a year in Vietnam we arrived in Wiesbaden Germany in 1971 where we joined the 5/81st Field Artillery (Abn). Initially we bought a small blue 1971 Fiat Sports Coupe that lasted a couple of years before we had to replace it with a “motor pool special” Volkswagon station wagon that had to have had at least 10 previous owners and 3 different motors.

Fiat in Germany
Steve’s Fiat

At the time it wasn’t unusual for these used cars to be sold multiple times as each owner rotated to his new duty assignment. Realizing that we would have to have an actual car when we returned to the states in 1974, we weren’t sure whether to buy one in Germany or wait until we returned to the USA.

A close friend and fellow Battery Commander in our unit had been driving a Mercedes Benz purchased from a German automobile broker in the Baumholder area. He told us that the guy would search throughout Germany and locate a used Mercedes Benz in good condition that would fit into our budget. Needless to say, his search was successful and he presented a Mercedes Benz to us that had just under 100,000 miles on the speedometer. It put our Volkswagon station wagon to shame and we were hooked.

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“Motor Pool Special” VW

That would have been the car we piled into on the days I had carpool duty. I left the Army in February of 1975 and moved from Fort Sill to Dallas, Texas. The car lasted just over a year until it broke down on my way to the office one day. It was hauled into the local Mercedes Benz dealer for repair. I remember telling the experienced Mercedes Benz mechanic that it only had a little over 100,000 miles at the time. He just laughed and said he had worked on these cars for many years and he was sure that this car had at least 300,000 miles on it!

Steve’s German Taxi Cab

Someone had rolled back the mileage gauge. He said that it probably was used as a taxi cab! The other Captains who carpooled with me thought we were traveling in luxury. Instead, no one including me realized that we had been traveling in a used taxi cab that whole year!

Written by Suzanne Rice · Categorized: By Steve White

Feb 20 2018

The King…Is He Here? 1980

The King…Is He Here? 1980

US Army
Entrance to U.S. Army Grafenwohr

In 1980, we were living in Belgium, where Karl was assigned to SHAPE (Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe). I suppose, it was a reward for having served two years at Grafenwohr in Germany.

Karl was eleven years out of West Point, and we assumed that it was safe to attend the Founder’s Day dinner. But as “Murphy” would have it, Karl was the youngest grad and therefore would have to give a speech and we would have to sit at the head table. So what had been imagined as a fun night out, a chance to get dressed up, a night away from my two babies, turned into an anxiety-filled event, as I too, would have to sit at the head table, and make polite conversation, about something other than potty training and breastfeeding verses the bottle.

Having two children in diapers did not leave much time for the study of current events (or anything else), but I made an effort to read the latest Time and Newsweek magazines, to have some basis for conversation with whomever I was seated next to at the Head Table. Karl worked on his speech and practiced it several times in front of me and seemed confident that he could get through the event. When the day arrived we drove to NATO in Brussels where the event was to be held and made our way to the formal dining room.

Diplmacy in Crisis
March 1980

During the cocktail hour before the dinner, Karl pointed out to me the three US four-star generals who we would be sitting with us at the Head Table. GEN Knowlton had been Superintendent at West Point and was the top US general at NATO. GEN Bernie Rogers was the SACEUR (Supreme Allied Commander Europe) or top Allied general over all NATO nation’s military forces. And there was USAF GEN William Y. Smith, Chief of Staff at SHAPE. There were also several three-star generals including LTG Tom Rienzi, and many one and two-star generals. We also saw generals and high-ranking officers from other NATO nations who had been invited. I think the number of attendees was close to a hundred including wives.

DNA's NEW MIRACLES
March 1980

I was seated at one end of a very long table, between the wife of an Army four-star general and an Air Force four-star general. Karl was at the opposite end. My anxieties were unnecessary as my dinner companions could not have been nicer. I think they could tell how nervous I was and went out of their way to relieve my worries. Then the mandatory toasts began, first to the President of the United States, then to the King of Belgium. I thought “Wow the King” but then I realized we were in the capital, his castle probably wasn’t too far away. I very excitedly turned to the General and whispered, “The King, is he here?”

Royal Castle near Brussels – Residence of the King

The General chuckled and explained with a smile saying, “No, it is customary to toast the host nation’s leader.” Boy, was I embarrassed thinking how silly I must have appeared. However, for the remainder of the dinner, both of my table companions graciously including me in their conversations and inquired about our family while completely overlooking my faux pas.
Karl did a great job with his speech. He had everybody laughing as he imitated one of the Italian tailors who fitted the new Cadets into their uniforms.

Tailors Measuring New Cadets for Their Uniforms

But then he balanced the humor with serious comments on threats facing the US and its Allies during the Cold War. It was well received and after the dinner, he had many come up to the Head Table to compliment him on the speech.
On the way back to SHAPE I told Karl what I had done and how foolish I had felt. We had a good laugh over that and realized that the evening had turned out very well for us both, in spite of our anxieties.

1969 West Point
SHAPE Headquarters

From that day to the present, Karl (and our now grown children who have heard of the events of that evening) will never let me forget what happened that evening. Whenever I say something which is naive or just not well thought out, they always repeat back to me with somewhat raised voices,
“The King……… is he here?”
I, still, to this day, do not think the question was that stupid.

Sally & Karl Dressed for Founder’s Day Dinner

Written by Suzanne Rice · Categorized: By Sally Ivey

Jan 16 2018

My West Point Love Story -1970

I know I’m not the only USMA ’69 classmate to meet the love of his life at a West Point mixer, but you will never be able to convince me that my West Point love story is not a special one.  So, as an introduction to my tale, let me begin with a little bit of poetry I once wrote which sums up our first few moments in a nutshell.  (To be sung to the tune of “Hallelujah” – by Cohen not Handel).

I saw a girl with a radiant mane,

So I walked up to her and asked her name,

And she looked at me and said, “What’s it to ya?”

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.

It was Saturday, February 15, 1969, and there was a Valentine’s Mixer scheduled that evening at Cullum Hall that I had no intention of attending.

Cadet Mix The Days Forward
Cadet Mixer

Instead, I had every intention of spending the evening shooting pool in the pool room above the office of the Cadet Hostess.  I had not really gone out with any girls for a long while after having had my heart broken many months earlier.  But I was playing pool with a friend of mine who was in the band that was playing the mixer that night, and he convinced me to come help him set up.  So I did.

 

Most of the early part of the evening is a fog, but one thing I do remember very clearly is seeing a pretty redhead sitting at the opposite end of my table with no one paying any attention to her, and with her paying no attention to anyone else.

West Point Band 60s
Cadet Band Performing

So in due course I got up and walked around to the other end and said, “Hi, what’s your name?”  Without skipping a beat she looked up and rather curtly said, “Guess!”  I took that to mean that she wasn’t interested, so I said something like “Alright, I can take a hint.”  But as I started to turn away she told me she was just kidding and that I could sit down.  I eventually found out her name was Avril, and that she had reluctantly come up from New Jersey with her sister and a friend.  The three of them were basically “Renegade Drags!” This is a term that has probably gone out of style; but back then it was term used to refer to girls who came to mixers without invitations from the Cadet Hostess’ Office.  Basically they were party crashers.  It happened all the time.

Military West Point Party
Cadet Hostesses

Besides Avril, I also met her sister and her best friend and I learned that Avril was a music major at Montclair State College.  And she learned that I would soon be taking possession of my sort of blue-green 1968 Triumph TR-250 convertible.

Because I had not been around girls for a while, and because of our sort of shaky start, I was not real sure where things stood with us. So, at one point when she started to go to the ladies room, I suggested she leave her purse.

The Triumph Car Looking Good
1968 Triumph TR-250

She asked why and I said that if she left her purse I knew she would be coming back.  In the end she didn’t leave her purse, but she did come back!  I don’t remember much else about the evening except that we spent the whole rest of the dance together and that we had a good time.  However, when the time came to walk her back to her car and say good-bye, we completely forgot to exchange contact details.  But by God’s grace that wasn’t the end of the story.

Having broken the ice and gotten back into the world of women, I decided to look for a date for the following weekend, but I didn’t have Avril’s contact info.  So I pulled out my notebook and started calling girls that I had once-upon-a-time gone out with.  However, they were all girls that I had not had any contact with for over a year, and for some reason not one of them was interested in picking up where we had left off.  So I decided to try to figure out how I could get in touch with Avril, which meant that I had to call the good, old-fashioned telephone information operator.

West Point Telephone
Telephone Operators waiting to help

Everything got off to a good start as I began to explain to the operator that I was a West Point Cadet and that I had met a girl at a dance and I didn’t have her phone number and could she please help me try to locate her?  She very pleasantly agreed to give it a try.  I told her that I knew that the girl lived in Rutherford, New Jersey, and that her father’s name began with an “A”.  But then she asked me what Avril’s last name was … and when I said, “Smith”, the operator rather loudly said, “Do you know how many Smiths there are in the Bergen County phone book?”  So I gently reminded her that she lived in Rutherford and that her father had an odd name that began with an “A”, so could she please just read down through the “A’s” and maybe I would recognize it.  When she got to “Alden” I said that was an odd name, so if she would give me that number I would hope for the best and not bother her again.  And the rest is as they say … history.

I called the number and Avril answered the phone and she came up the following weekend.  We continued to date from then on all the way through graduation and on into the summer when we had the chance.  Later that year we were even able to watch Army beat Navy 27-0 on Thanksgiving weekend at JFK Stadium in Philadelphia.  I distinctly remember some rather happy soul behind us yelling in his glorious New York City area accent, “First it was the Jets, then it was the Mets, and now it’s the Cadets!”  The Jets had won the Super Bowl in January, and the Mets had won the World Series in October, so it was a great year for NY City sports fans.

In a previous “Days Forward” story, I mentioned that I was originally scheduled to go to Vietnam, and that a friend I met in Infantry Officer Basic had orders for Germany.  We each decided we wanted to swap our orders, so we asked our CO for permission and he agreed to put in the request.  Looking back on it all now God must have been pulling some strings for us even back then.  To get my orders changed from Vietnam to Germany all I had to do was ask.  It was as simple as that, and more importantly, it meant that I could ask Avril to marry me without having to wait until I got back from Vietnam.

One funny memory involving our engagement happened right before I left for Germany in December of 1969. When I was growing up my mom would often show me her diamond ring and tell me the story of how my grandfather had won it in a poker game.  She said that the original men’s ring had been given to my father as the first-born son, and that someday it would be mine as their first-born son.  She had never had an engagement ring, so my dad had the ring downsized and made into a woman’s ring for her with the understanding that it would someday be mine.  We would occasionally talk about how maybe I could someday use the rather large stone for my eventual bride’s engagement ring … whoever that might be.  That bride turned out to be Avril, so in late 1969 I asked my mom for the stone which she reluctantly gave me, and I had it put into a miniature class ring to give to her on our engagement night a week before Christmas.  Instead, the next day, right after she arrived back from dropping me off at McGuire Air Force Base in New Jersey for my flight to Germany, her engagement ring arrived directly from the jeweler by US mail. Not all stories work out as perfectly as we might imagine they should.

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An Engagement Ring Worth Waiting For

I arrived in Berlin to begin my service with the Berlin Brigade right before Christmas of 1969.  Then in June of 1970 I flew back to the US for our wedding at West Point.  Because we were having a small wedding, Avril decided to use the Post Chapel rather than the Cadet Chapel.

We had a beautiful wedding on a beautiful sunny day with our lovely wedding pictures being taken out at Trophy Point with lots of tourists watching in the background.  A couple of days later I returned to Germany with my new bride to begin our life together in Berlin.

West Point School Chapel
Post Chapel at West Point

We’ve now been together forty-seven years, and we are looking forward to two big anniversaries in the not too distant future.  The 50th anniversary of the day we met will be Friday, February 15, 2019, and our 50th wedding anniversary will be Saturday, June 13, 2020.  God has been truly good to us right from the start!

Cape Cod Love
Ray and Avril recently at Cape Cod

 

Written by Suzanne Rice · Categorized: By Ray Dupere

Jan 16 2018

In the Right Place – 1991, Part 2

Pastor Bob (the guy who let me tag along with him to Russia) and I spent Sunday getting over our jet-lag at Moscow Baptist Church, and then we took a midnight sleeper train to Kiev.  We knew something was up when we checked into the hotel in Kiev on Monday morning.  The hotel lobby was oddly quiet, with little groups of people scattered around whispering among themselves.  A couple of questions to some hotel staff informed us that Gorbachev had been taken prisoner the night before and that a military coup had taken place.

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Soviet Soldier in Red Square

We finished checking into our room and decided to just continue on with our plans until someone told us it was time to stop.  I don’t remember either of us being overly concerned for our personal safety, but rather just wondering how the momentous events would affect the plans for our trip.

My plan had always been to simply follow Bob in his travels and observe his interaction with various Russian Baptist ministers he met with along the way.  I had also planned to distribute Christian literature as we went along.  To that end I had with me three army duffle bags each containing 60 pounds of printed materials.

Russian New Testaments
Army Duffle Bags Full of Literature

I had 250 Russian New Testaments, 500 Gospels of John, and several thousand assorted Gospel tracts.  This was, of course, on top of my two personal suitcases containing everything I needed for our three weeks down into the Ukraine and out to Siberia and back to Moscow.

As you can imagine, I did get some odd looks from people as I man-handled all my luggage from one point to another.  The first was with the ticket agent at the Pan-Am check-in counter at JFK airport.

Pan America Russia
Pan American Ticket Counter

She was all set to charge me extra fees for my five pieces of luggage until her enquiry into why I needed so my stuff revealed all the biblical material.  In the end she didn’t charge me anything extra and wished me well on my adventure.  Then at customs at Sheremetyevo Airport in Moscow, I was worried that my Christian literature might never actually make it into the country.  But the Soviet customs agent was so interested in seeing the $10,000 cash that I had on me that he never paid any attention to my bags.

Cash Money Airline
Ray’s Cash

The funny thing was that he never saw the cash either.  I had all my cash in a money belt under my underwear, which forced me to start undressing to get it out to show him when he demanded to see it.  When he saw me starting to undress he asked me what I was doing.  I told him I was getting the money out that he wanted to see.  Out of embarrassment he told me to stop undressing and get going.  So I and my cash and my 180 pounds of Christian literature all made it into the Soviet Union safe and sound.

My first opportunity to give away some of the literature was actually at the Kiev train station before we even made it to the hotel.  I saw a Soviet Army Captain standing alone and went up to him and introduced myself as an Army Chaplain from America.  I told him I had a gift for him and gave him one of the 250 New Testaments.  I had even gone the extra mile and had the Soviet Army “hammer and sickle” emblem gold-embossed on the cover the way we do our New Testaments and Bibles.  As soon as he read what it was, he lit up like a Christmas tree and kissed the Bible and hugged it to his heart and thanked me profusely.  I went away from that first encounter quite pleased and hopeful for the rest of our journey.

As it turned out, it was actually difficult to get people to take my literature at first.  People were so unsure of how things with the hard-line coup were going to turn out that almost no one wanted to take any literature from an unknown American, especially in a public setting.  But once the coup broke up after three days and Gorbachev was returned to power, I couldn’t give it away fast enough.

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Gorbachev Returning to Moscow after the Attempted Coup

I gave the tracts and Gospels of John out freely wherever I went … on the street, on trams and trains and buses, on the subway … everywhere.  But the 250 New Testaments I reserved for men in uniform.

One of the first was to a young Lieutenant and his wife or girlfriend in a park.  Some Russians were taking me on a whirlwind tour of their small city of Bryansk and wanted to show me a special monument.  As we headed toward the statue we encountered the young couple and I went into my canned introduction and gave the young man a New Testament.  They seemed pleased to receive it, and immediately after parting ways my tour guides turned me around and we went back to the car without ever actually seeing the original intended monument.  It was as if we had just had a divine appointment.

I met a rather young-looking Army Colonel getting out of his car on a major Moscow thoroughfare.  He was especially pleased and thanked me profusely for his gold-embossed New Testament.  I ended up being seated next to the wife of an Army company commander on an Aeroflot flight out to Krasnoyarsk in Siberia.  My Russian wasn’t fluent, but in due course I managed to explain what I was all about, and she took a New Testament for her husband.  One of my most fruitful days was when we were visiting the Kremlin and all the various sights around Red Square.  I managed to give away almost a whole duffle bag of literature going up and down the long line of people waiting to see Lenin in his glass mausoleum.

But I would have to say that my most memorable encounters were with an Army Colonel from the Soviet Army Senior Officer Engineer College across the street from Moscow Baptist Church, and a little old babushka in a Krasnoyarsk hotel out in Siberia.

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Krasnoyarsk Located in Siberia

I met the Colonel and a couple of younger officers as I was leaving the church.  As per usual, I went into my canned introduction and offered the Colonel a New Testament.  He didn’t take it immediately, but rather he asked me how I could serve in the Army and also be a Christian.  I immediately opened the New Testament to Luke 7:1-10 and asked him to read the passage.  After he read it I told him that if Jesus could commend the Roman soldier for his great faith, and not condemn him for being in the military, then it must be ok for me to serve in the Army.  Upon reading the passage and hearing my answer, he asked for about twenty more New Testaments to give to other officers at the Engineer school.

On our final day in Krasnoyarsk, Pastor Bob was to fly on to Vladivostok and I was to fly back to Moscow.  I was sitting in the hotel lobby waiting for Bob to finish paying the bill, when I noticed a little old babushka mopping the floor near the now-defunct Communist Party booth which they always had in every hotel lobby.  It was quite obvious that there was now no more activity of any kind happening with the booth.

The Days Forward Silk
Silk Banner Souvenir of Being in the Right Place

There was a silk embroidered wall hanging with Lenin’s face on it looking rather forlorn, so I went and asked the babushka if I might have it as a souvenir.  She glanced one way and then glanced the other, and then shrugged her shoulders and went and took it down any gave it to me and went back to her mopping.  It was at that moment that I fully realized that God had truly given me a ring-side seat from which I was privileged to watch the Soviet Union begin to tumble down.

Written by Suzanne Rice · Categorized: By Ray Dupere

Jan 16 2018

Defining Moment 1972

by Bob Jannarone

A defining moment of my life came while I was a Company Commander at Ft. Benning, GA, in 1972. After about four months in command, I looked around one day and decided that my troops knew me and I knew them, and there was no one who would go AWOL (absent without leave).

I was right. My company went a whole month without an AWOL, and as a result, we received a training holiday. Then it went another month; then a third time, during which I received some new troops, and I impressed upon them that this unit had something going for it, and I was commanding the Company but very concerned about them. After our fourth month without an AWOL, I received a letter from the Commanding General commending me.

Meanwhile, two other companies succeeded for one month, though there were rumors about how they compiled their Morning Reports. Now it looked like the whole battalion was on track to receive a training holiday. There was only one more day to go, when a cook from Headquarters Company who had already been AWOL twice was sent to my company on a Rehab Transfer.

Sure enough, he was AWOL in the morning. I sent up a Morning Report listing him as AWOL. The Battalion Commander called me up to his office, along with his S-1. He explained that if I changed my report to list the man as being sent back to Headquarters Company, we would have our training holiday, and the next day he could be dropped from the rolls (DFR) of Headquarters Company after having been AWOL three times.

I went back to my unit, and then called my father, a Brigadier General, Chairman of the Cadet Honor Committee when he was a First Class Cadet, explaining that I thought that the Battalion Commander was quibbling, as we called it back at West Point.

Ft. Benning Cadet Honor Committee
John Jannarone (Front center) with the Cadet Honor Committee in 1937

He was shifting from the point in question (AWOL) by using a seemingly unimportant detail (transfer between Companies). I wished to do “the harder right instead of the easier wrong” as we learned in the Cadet Prayer**, and fully expected that I might be relieved of command for refusing to change my report. I felt that I had to uphold the honor of the Corps. He agreed.

The S-1 submitted a report instead of mine. Although I wasn’t relieved, I received a mediocre Efficiency Report after a year, and left active duty after my five year commitment. I continued as a Reservist for 28 more years.

West Point Honor Code of Cadets
Cadet Honor Code Displayed at West Point

Follow-up: In 1974, when I was about to leave active duty, I was invited by the recently retired Chief of Engineers, LTG Clarke, USMA ’37, to his house for dinner. During the course of the meal, he asked about my next assignment. I told him about the Morning Report incident, and the mediocre OER. I was going to resign my Regular Army commission, and had already turned down my programmed assignment to civil school and then to teach Civil Engineering at West Point. He said his own son had had a similar incident the year before, and lamented the fact that it had happened again. The Engineer Branch is a small one and it was not hard to watch the career of the Battalion Commander who submitted the false Morning Report – it was a short one; I never knew exactly why. Maybe, someone noticed.

 

**USMA Cadet Prayer

O God, our Father, Thou Searcher of human hearts, help us to draw near to Thee in sincerity and truth. May our religion be filled with gladness and may our worship of Thee be natural.

Strengthen and increase our admiration for honest dealing and clean thinking, and suffer not our hatred of hypocrisy and pretense ever to diminish. Encourage us in our endeavor to live above the common level of life. Make us to choose the harder right instead of the easier wrong, and never to be content with a half-truth when the whole can be won. Endow us with courage that is born of loyalty to all that is noble and worthy, that scorns to compromise with vice and injustice and knows no fear when truth and right are in jeopardy. Guard us against flippancy and irreverence in the sacred things of life. Grant us new ties of friendship and new opportunities of service. Kindle our hearts in fellowship with those of a cheerful countenance, and soften our hearts with sympathy for those who sorrow and suffer. Help us to maintain the honor of the Corps untarnished and unsullied and to show forth in our lives the ideals of West Point in doing our duty to Thee and to our Country. All of which we ask in the name of the Great Friend and Master of all.

Amen

Written by Suzanne Rice · Categorized: By Bob Jannarone

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