June of 1973, we were home on leave in Minnesota. We had been at Lowry AFB in Denver Colorado and were headed for MacDill AFB in Tampa Florida.
Trica was 14 months old then and we had a little Scottie mix mutt of a dog named Snuffer who would live a good long time. We traveled light. Everything we had fit in the back of a pickup truck.
My baby brother was home then, he was honorably discharged from the Navy due to a knee injury.
Being home was bitter sweet, we didn’t know when we would be back or when we would see loved ones or relatives again but we were excited to see a different part of the United States. Florida is a long way from Minnesota. Far Guy orignally had orders for Bitburg Germany. (He had requested Grand Forks ND, Minot ND and Mountain Home ID) We were upset with the orders for Germany…I wouldn’t be able to go for a long time because we would have to save up for my plane ticket and Tricas and our dog Snuffer would have to be quarantined for six months either that or stay with Far Guy’s parents. One of the single guys offered to trade his spot at MacDill and Far Guy took the trade…the next day we could have had Mountain Home and $100…but a trade is a trade.
Military life had a fair amount of twists and turns.
Thank you to the Veteran’s in my life. My husband, my father, my baby brother, my nephew, my uncles and many of my cousins.