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Before Dad’s Army career he w…
1951, NAS, Dallas, TX, USA
Before Dad’s Army career he was in the Navy. In 1951 he trained as an AT3 (Aviation Electronics Technician 3rd Class). Later he became a photographer in the Navy. He told me he would hang out of a UH-1 Iroquois helicopter to take pictures of the formations and parades. That was better than standing in formation.
“This is my truck (notice the…
1954, Frankfurt, Germany
“This is my truck (notice the name) ‘Henry’. The 2 fellows are in my section, R-L Dantouno and Lee. See the antennas in the rear.”
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“On the last problem I drove …
1954, Frankfurt, Germany
“On the last problem I drove this tank – that’s me behind the post (a buddy took the picture for me – missed me completely) The bridge was blowned out so I forded the stream. Half way across an enemy tank knocked me out. Good thing too – half way up the bank I got bogged down in mud.” The enemy he is referring to was the Opposing Force (OPFOR) during a training exercise.
Dad doing his thing as a radi…
1954, Frankfurt, Germany
Dad doing his thing as a radio operator
Radio with Dad's engraved sig…
1954, Frankfurt, Germany
Radio with Dad's engraved signature
Radio with Army buddies engra…
1954, Frankfurt, Germany
Radio with Army buddies engraved signatures
Hallicrafters Model S-38C rad…
1954, Frankfurt, Germany
Hallicrafters Model S-38C radio

When Dad was deployed to Germany he and his buddies all pitched in and purchased a Hallicrafters Model S-38C radio for $47.50. Each of them engraved their name on the radio case. After the deployment they played a poker game and the winner got to take the radio home. Dad won the poker game.

In the 1950’s a Corporal (E-4) would have made about $150 a month. A $50 radio (almost $600 today) would have been a big purchase. I remember Dad getting an antenna and placing it outside my window to search and listen for various shortwave stations. That was in the late 70's and it still worked. Radio tubes and all.

One of the stories dad told me about his Army days was about a time he was deployed to Germany. He was a radio operator in the Army. He worked out of a RATT RIG. Basically a military truck with a Connex Box on the back that contained the radio equipment. He and his battle buddy were assigned to setup on top of a large hill for the best radio reception. On top of the hill was a cherry tree. He said by the end of the day they ate so many cherries that they were sick the next day. His First Sergeant was not too happy with them. Hence, KP and a lot of potatoes to peel the next day.

That was in the 1950's. I supported the Army beginning in the 1980's and used the same RATT RIG. Not much changed during those 30 years (or the next 20).

My dad told the story about them transporting military vehicles and in order to get a hot meal, they would stick a can of pork and beans in the engine compartment and have it warmed up. It took several tries of exploding cans of beans all over the engine before they figured out how far they had to drive in order to keep the can intact and still have a hot meal. Don't know if they got in trouble with the mechanics pool.

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