Dave was assigned to Fort Wolters twice. Once in 1966 for training as a helicopter pilot then again in 1968 as a teacher of others. We left there four months ahead of schedule in January of 1970 as the Army was dumping hundreds of pilots on the public market every month. They closed this base three years later. Now, there are some familiar places and some unfamiliar places but nothing is the same.
And nothing makes you feel old quite like having a place from your past named “historic”.
The old entrance sign was relettered as an industrial park but even that has aged since then.
Some barrack buildings have been repurposed. My favorite is the prison.
This parking lot is now part of a truck driving school. Barrel racing, anyone?
Finally, here’s the now abandoned hospital where our daughter was born. Now she can feel old, too.
TTYL,
Linda