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Glimpses into the Past
SNAPSHOTS OF HEIDE AND PAUL
Affording Their Friends and Acquaintances
a Few Glimpses into Their Life Together
by
Their Highnesses
Commodore the Chevalier Prof. Dr. Paul William Margrave Gulgowski-Doliwa GCEG, GCMS, GCDA, RCST, etc.
and
his Gentle Spouse Dame
Heide A.M. Margravine Gulgowski-Doliwa GCEG, GCMS, GCDA, RCST, GOEG, CStS-JC, etc.
The tree that refused to grow into but one direction, a character trade that may also easily be
attributed to Heide and Paul. (Photographed at an old French Huguenot cemetery in New Paltz, upstate New York.)
Having traveled and resided in more than 35 nations on three continents, sometimes having intercontinentally relocated three times within a calendar year, many of our personal photographs and keepsake mementos have been lost forever. The few often unassuming and simple black-and-white pictures that are left, we gratefully share with our readers. We sincerely hope that these photographs will mean at least a fraction of the sentiment to them of what they represent to us.
Over my lifetime, I, Paul, have adhered to four truly outstanding roll models. These are, in no particular order:
Frederick the Great
Friedrich Wilhelm Baron von Steuben
Carl Baron von Mannerheim
The Coat of Arms of the Counts Lange
and Colonel Chev. Hubert Lange, my mother's brother, Holder of the Knight's Cross of the Order of the Iron Cross
Uncle Hubert had successfully flown all aircraft types that were ever entered into German air force service during and after World War II, among them the first combat-operational jet, the Messerschmitt ME 262 and the American-produced Starfighter.
Messerschmitt ME 262
Starfighter Jabo
Uncle Hubert was credited for having trained numerous German World War II flying aces with night-time instrument flying skills. Of his more than 2,000 flight missions, more than 400 were combat missions. His pre-World War II research flying successes included dangerous arctic engine-test maneuvers. Time and again, his air force superiors had to hide and protect him against internal spies, who had found out about his anti-Nazi disposition.
One of his last duty assignments with the post-World War II German air force was that of a technical-group commander. His life as a great hero and even greater human being provided me with bright beacons of light I was able to easily follow for all of my life.
Castle Hohenzollern and Starfighter Jabo
Castle Hohenzollern is the principal hereditary castle also of Frederick the Great. Prior to his final internment at Sanssouci, the great king rested at the central chapel of the Hohenzollern castle. Friedrich Wilhelm Baron von Steuben served as Marshal of the Court within the grand walls of this magnificent edifice prior to his journey to the British American colonies, where he became the drill master for the American Revolutionary Army. The moment one of the Starfighters under Colonel Hubert Lange's maintenance-service care flew past this grand historic structure, which is located near Hechingen in Baden-Wuerttemberg, these three notable personages became linked in time, although this awesome moment may have taken seconds only.
The family Gulgowski-Doliwa in the summer of 1987
Audrey Annette, Paul II and Paul (their father, in uniform)
Proud father Paul with his son Paul II and his daughter Audrey Annette
in New Orleans, Louisiana, during the mid 1980s.
My children, Audrey Annette and Paul II, are the great treasures of my life, who gave me many precious and priceless memories over the years.
Having had to say good bye to them on many occasions, broke my heart every time.
True enough, our children are our special guests and when the season has come to allow them to leave the nest, we have no other choice but to let them go to seek their own happiness and fortune with our blessings. This is the moment of ultimate finality, when we are forced to realize, our children are not our property like an acre of land or an automobile, but creations of God with their own liberty, uniqueness and calling in life.
Our offspring are not possessions, but responsibilities that we have hopefully discharged to God's satisfaction.
It would really be a grievous and unforgivable oversight if I had forgotten to mention my maternal grandfather, Chevalier Jakob v. Look, recipient of the World War I Order of the Iron Cross, in this documentation. Without his love, wisdom, attention, guidance, direction, stabilizing influence and explained reason for enlightened living as well as deep commitment to learning after having survived the brutality of World War II and the close-to-skin painful humiliations experienced during the allied occupation of a defeated and devastated Germany, I would most certainly have perished long before reaching adulthood.
Thank you, Opa! You will always be in my prayers!
Grandfather v. Look
Grandfather Jakob was the most honorable and totally incorruptible individual I have ever known during his entire lifetime. After World War I, he married the widow of his in 1915 fallen closest comrade, extending a father's unmitigated love and care to his friend's then four-year-old son, Hubert Lange.
My over everything beloved mother had dedicated herself to only one mission in life and that was to love and adore all those who were most dear to her heart. Her love and devotion to this small group of people knew no beginning and no end. Being by stature a petite lady with physically delicate features, she, nevertheless, mastered immense strength to assure the survival of her children during the Second World War. Immense sacrifices and over the years prolonged malnutrition eventually led to her much too premature death. Not a day passes by where she is not most sorrowly missed.
My Mother Katharina Princess Gulgowski-Doliwa (Nee v. Look)
This photograph was taken by a neighbor in 1942. Mother looks drawn and exhausted as a result of prolonged aerial bombardments. Still, she managed to get me dressed in a new sailor's outfit, unbeknown to her at that time she projected my future a long way off. Mothers have a way of knowing, don't they?
After my mother's much too early departure from this earth, aunt Johanna, affectionately called "Tante Hanni" took it upon herself to look after me with care and gentle persuasion, continuing where my mother had left off. Having had the benefit of an admiring and generously providing husband, she lived to the rightful age of 83. Considering what she went through during World War II and the post war era, her longevity borders on a miracle.
My Favorite Aunt Johanna v. Look as a Young Lady
This photograph is dedicated in loving memory to my late brother Peter Prince Gulgowski-Doliwa. One year younger than I, he was my first true friend and confidant. He always wanted to be a soldier. Sadly, he died much too young at the age of 32. I have never forgotten him and he is in my prayers every day.
And last but not least in this part of our documentation, I should like to introduce to our esteemed readership my brother and friend, Senior Government Counselor Bernd Hartmut Gulgowski-Doliwa, M.A.
Bernd and Paul on their favorite river walk alongside the Rhine near Bonn, Germany
Historic Koblenz, home of the Teutonic Knights, in Latin the city is called "Confluentes" (Confluence, expressing the location where two rivers merge; i.e. the Mosel and the Rhine rivers.) The city of Koblenz is watched over by the ancient fortress of Ehrenbreitstein, visible at the high ground on the eastern bank of "Old Father Rhine."
One of the suburbs of Koblenz, to the north of the city, nestles the village of St. Sebastian. For many years this hamlet was the home of my beloved brother Bernd and his wonderful wife, Brigitte, where we spent hundreds of hours in happy family reunions and intellectually stimulating conversations while enjoying the unparalleled hospitality of our generous and caring sister-in-law, Brigitte. They stood by our side during good times and bad, while we felt elated by our victories and were devastated by agonizing defeats. Today, we wish they could rejoin us, now that we are soaring high again, like eagles.
Bernd and Brigitte Gulgowski-Doliwa
Distinguished Military Student Paul
After graduation from the University of Texas, I commenced my military army career with a Mechanized Infantry Division stationed in Bavaria, Germany.
First Lieutenant Paul as a Medical Service Corps Company Commander
Duty as a Company Commander is always a thrilling experience, allowing for adventure and travel.
Paul and his driver, a Corporal from Puerto Rico, enjoy being photographed in front of a historic canon in the center of a village close to the lovely Rhine River.
Occupation duty in the partitioned city of Berlin was always a special treat that opened one's intellect and emotions to previously unknown venues.
Being stationed in Southwestern Germany was not always a Class A uniform affair, with fun and games. Months were spent on patrols and maneuvers, in our case, on West Germany's border to then Czechoslovakia. These activities normally took place after harvest time during the late fall and early winter weeks when the weather is particularly wet, cold and damp with icy winds making life miserable.
Paul checks on a German reconnaissance patrol
Paul, in turn, is being inspected by his superior, showing to the colonel
on the map his location on the ground
PRESERVING PEACE IN BERLIN
While I did as much of my humble best as possible to assist in keeping the peace in the world when stationed in Berlin, little did I know that my Russian relative Captain Nikolai Petrovich Gulkovski pursued the very same lofty goal in his own way. In retrospect, I find it disconcerted and sad that destiny had not allowed us to meet and talk to one another. This statement is proved by the two documents exhibited below.

Walking around in East Berlin was a pleasure alone because of the absence of heavy traffic
U.S. Military Personnel who served in Berlin
were awarded the U.S. Army Occupation Medal
The medal itself features the Remagen Bridge
over the Rhine River, approximately 25 km south of Bonn
that used to be the provisional seat of government
for the Federal Republic of Germany prior to
its reunification with the former German Democratic Republic
The soldiers of the German Democratic Republic were exceedingly well-trained and disciplined. The photograph above shows them parading during a change of guard ceremony in front of the monument commemorating the victims of Nazi oppression and tyranny.
The vintage photograph above depicts the changing of the Soviet Army Honor Guard in front of the Soviet Armed Forces World War II Memorial. Behind the memorial is a Russian cemetery that has become the final resting place for 400,000 plus Russian heroes who fell in the liberation of the German Capital Berlin during the last days of World War II.
The Iron Curtain, through and around West Berlin, projected an ugly appearance, making one shiver when one saw it for the first time.
Border-Warning Sign
The border-warning sign planted by the federal German border guards, "Halt! Here Border" was both superfluous as well as an understatement. First of all, when one arrived at the inner German border, there was no doubt in one's mind that one absolutely could not go any further and it was no border in a normal sense, but a merciless death strip.
An Insurmountable Obstacle
The first obstacle one encountered was a barbed wire electricity-loaded fence. This was followed by a narrow mined strip and an eight-meter tall cement wall. On the other side of this ugly looking wall was another, but much wider, mine field. Then came a foot-patrol path that was patrolled by a loyal, green-uniformed border guard with a snap-happy German Shepherd. This death strip was illuminated during the hours of darkness and in its totality, from the Baltic to Austria, consumed as much electricity as huge metropolitan areas such as the city of Hamburg.
Death Strip with Tank Obstacles
Some place under this eye-sore exclusion zone, to put it mildly, underneath the surface, was Adolf Hitler's last hideout headquarters.
The Corridor
This corridor led from Checkpoint Charlie in West Berlin into East Berlin and was primarily used by the four allied powers when they visited one another, which, over time, happened only very rarely. Liaison work between the "Big Four" had as much as ceased entirely. However, uniformed officers from both sides occasionally visited each others' sectors for sightseeing and possibly also other purposes. Everyone always smiled for the East German border guards' long-lens cameras when passing through this time tunnel, which was monitored by guards stationed in the tall tower seen on this photograph.
Administration
A company commander is responsible for his personnel, their security, training, education, operations, logistical support as well as the planning and administration that go along with these tasks. Only God can remember what precisely it was what I was working on when this photograph was taken, but it was certainly a lot. While in garrison, an officer normally never got out of his office prior to 1900 hours and sometimes even later.
First Sergeant (Company Sergeant Major) Max George
U.S. Army Medical Department
However brilliant and efficient a company commander might be, his operational successes depended to a very large measure on his principal non-commissioned officer. First Sergeant (1SG) Max George represented, during his active-duty time, the pinnacle of loyalty to his commander and commitment to duty performance par excellence. The overriding mission for all military leaders on all levels is to accomplish the mission and to take care of their personnel, today, both women and men. 1SG George was the only top sergeant, I have ever known, who had managed to combine the two elements of leadership mentioned above seamlessly into one. As the decorations on 1SG George's uniform clearly indicate, he was a soldier of great courage and high achievement. 1SG George retired with the award of the Legion of Merit, only very rarely presented to non-commissioned officers in the U.S. Armed Forces.
Mrs. Rosa Maria George (Née Daur)
Behind every solidly good military man stands an equally excellent woman. For 1SG Max George this lady is Rosie, as her family members and friends affectionately call her.
This stunningly beautiful and charming lady married her soldier husband, when he was first stationed in Bavaria (Germany). They are now married for 54 years. During that time, she was always exceedingly loyal and supportive of Max's often demanding military career. She traveled the continents to be with him, making his tough military life as pleasant for him as she could. Two upright and successful sons have been born out of this blessed union, both having made a mark for themselves while, like their father, serving their country in America's armed forces and civilian life. Rosie was always there for all of them. Beyond that, she always set a great example for other military wives to immolate. Over the years, Rosie also made a comfortable home for various canine friends, who accompanied the Georges in their quest to keep America safe. This lovely lady is an accomplished hostess and maintains an outstandingly beautiful and cozy home for her family and guests in majestic Colorado Springs, Colorado.
Over the years, Rosie and Max emerged as two of our most trusted and valued personal friends. Heide and I feel immensely privileged being able to maintain our over decades spanning and enduring friendship with them.
One element of my company enjoys a roadside break while en route to a maneuver area
Although the coffee might be reviving and hot and the donut wholesome and sweet; still, for a military leader, it is lonesome on top, as this picture clearly suggests.
Princess Audrey Annette Gulgowski-Doliwa
photographed on the day of her First Holy Communion
in Aschaffenburg, Germany, 1973
Paul is being introduced by his brigade commander to the soon to be installed commander-in-chief of our European Army forces during an officers' club function.
French Foreign Legionnaires
Western Europe is very compact. Only a few hours drive, and one is in another foreign country. Having always had a fascination with the French Foreign Legion, I made sure to observe them on parade in Paris. Guess what, they, too, did not like to be photographed.
However, as the above picture demonstrates, I got close enough to sneak a shot of them. There is no doubt in my military mind that these men are indeed the best light-infantry men in the world.
After my transfer from the United States Army in Europe to the United States Army Southern Command with Headquarters in the Panama Canal Zone, it was my duty to secure the Panama Canal Mira Flores and Pedro Miguel Lock Systems. Having changed my army branch affiliation from Medical Service Corps to Infantry allowed me to ascend to this new and challenging assignment.
Headquarters U.S. Army South
Ft. Clayton, at that time, my home away from home
Many of these typical enlisted troop housing units were located in the former U.S. Panama Canal Zone
The Panama Canal, built by an American Engineer Colonel of German descent, can rightfully be considered as one of the engineering wonders of the world. Colonel Goethals succeeded where Mr. de Lesseps, the builder of the Suez Canal, had failed. The canal is 80 km long and accords over 14,000 ships a year passage from the Pacific to the Atlantic and vice versa. As of this writing, the Panama Canal is being enlarged with European money to accommodate bigger-size ships. Like it or not, when the widened locks and canals are opened to newer and larger ships, they will just have become obsolete again. Things are in the habit of getting larger all the time.
The Miraflores Lock System shows all of its engineering glory
Next to duty on Hawaii, duty in the Panama Canal Zone was considered serving one's nation in a tropical paradise. Soldiers of all ranks were eager to reenlist for their own duty positions as depicted below.
A Specialist reenlists for Canal Zone duty
Paul as a guest of popular German President Walter Scheel at the Embassy of the Federal Republic of Germany in the Republic of Costa Rica, a small peace-loving nation northwest of Panama. Attendance of such functions was always a pleasure and certainly most enlightening.
All good things must come to an end. This is also true for highly sensitive, but also rewarding command assignments in the tropics. Having once enjoyed the orchard-adorned Southern Hemisphere, nothing that follows it can quite make up for the loss.
After attendance of the Air Command and Staff College and graduate schooling with the University of Oklahoma, another intercontinental transfer took me to Northern Germany where I assumed command of an armored unit. From medical service, to infantry and now to armor, an American officer must simply be able to respond to all contingencies.
Receiving the flag of command is always a gratifying experience. Nothing comes close to it. Leading and training soldiers so they can lift themselves up to higher plateaus of achievement has no equal in the civilian world.
Project Partnership with Allies was the name of the game in Northern Germany
Captain Paul never grew tired to educate his soldiers about the sacrifices of the Russian Army during World War II, making sure they understood that without their tremendous bloodshed and suffering (nearly 8 million soldiers and 14 million Soviet civilians perished), World War II could quite likely have taken another turn.
Princess Audrey Annette and her father, Major Paul W. Gulgowski-Doliwa, lead the procession of Royal Dutch Army soldiers paying their deeply-felt respect for the uncountable victims of National Socialist oppression and cruelty at Bergen-Belsen Concentration Camp memorial site, the location where also lovely, fragile Anne Frank is reported to have perished.
The inscription on the wall advises the mournful visitors to never forget the atrocities visited on humanity here. Audrey and her father were indescribably sad during this commemorative event.
Captain Paul explains the operation of a recovery tank to VIP guests
However great command of men and million-dollar items of equipment may be, there are always equally well-qualified officers who come through the personnel pipeline and claim their right to this exalted experience. Having come to the attention of the commanding general, I was accorded the satisfaction of being assigned to his staff as Deputy Chief of Staff for Civil Military Cooperation.
The above photograph depicts me acting as aide-de-camp and interpreter/translator to my commanding general as he signs the guestbook of the city of Hagen with negotiations being conducted thereafter.
For excelling in her German Gymnasium (High School) studies, Audrey's father rewarded her with the gift of a young German shepherd. The red-underlined quotation above translates as follows: "With a sparkle in her eyes, Audrey Gulgowski was recognized with First Prize honors. Her German shepherd, Armor vom Landwehrsee (Armor of Militia Lake) emerged victorious in his night-time protective-service examination by attaining 73 points."
The commanding general had an open ear for everyone, including for this kindergarten teacher, who voiced some complaints to him that Captain Paul translated. Obviously the little girls and boys, also shown in this photograph, focused on other interests.
Major Paul translates for Four-Star General Kroesen and Lord Mayor Knuth, who, next to other responsibilities, also held the position of President of the German Mayors' Conference. Performing such duties is like having your thumb on the pulse of vital issues that concern important people.
However, not everything was Champaign and caviar in Northern Germany. The demonstrators shown on the following picture did not want us at the doorsteps of their homes, which is quite understandable. Nevertheless, it took German civilian police and American military police to persuade them to go home. Eventually they complied and departed the area peacefully.
The demonstration was not as bad as it seemed
As Deputy Chief of Staff for Civil Military Corporation, I was responsible for integrating my division into the infrastructural fold of the Federal German state of Lower Saxony,
the Free and Hanseatic City of Bremen, the county of Olsterholz-Scharmbeck and various other smaller cities and villages. I was told that the civil military relations and the harmony between our soldiers and our civilian hosts in my area of responsibility were the very best in Central Europe.
The Minister President of Lower Saxony congratulates me on my achievement
After having been decorated with the American Meritorious Service Medal by my commanding general, I (this time without moustache) also received a plaque of gratitude from a civilian dignitary.
West Point Cadets on Parade
The eternally beautiful Hudson Valley in upstate New York, home of the prestigious United States Military Academy (USMA) at West Point.
Officers with outstanding records of troop command and staff leadership, who have excelled in tactics and strategy are on very rare occasion assigned to the United States Military Academy in West Point, New York. My assignment at that venerable institution of higher military learning was that as professor of German, history and tactics.
My first inspection of my future classroom that obviously required a major facelift
Although the above stated portfolio of responsibility was most satisfying, I particularly enjoyed escorting cadets to Europe where they were accorded the opportunity to make acquaintances with junior allied officers. Frequently, these meetings also resulted in lifelong friendships and even marriages.
I took the photograph depicting West Point cadets, both male and female as they obviously enjoyed the company and camaraderie of their German counterparts. As a German linguist and educator, I was particularly pleased to note that my German students were actually able to converse in the German language with the German lieutenants that had been assigned to be their escorts.
While a member of USMA's faculty, I vigorously advanced the idea of expanding the German-American cadet visitation program to a at least one-semester-long cadet exchange program. Now, having visited this military academy with Heide on 9 September 2009, we encountered to our most pleasant surprise German Military Police (Feldjaeger) Lieutenant Anna Schmidt, certainly a very presentable member of the post-World War II German officer corps, who conveyed to us that she was the second Bundeswehr female officer in the program with West Point and the Helmut Schmidt Bundeswehruniversitaet in Hamburg, Germany. She explained further that this exchange program, that I had pioneered 25 years ago, finally came to fruition only in 2004, which goes to show that good things sometimes take a long time to reach maturity.
While stationed in West Point New York, field grade officers are frequently assigned speaker duties all around the Empire State of New York. I was especially delighted having been selected to speak to various veterans' groups in New York City. A soldier speaking to soldiers never produces any conflict or disharmony. Veterans know the give-and-take of life as well as the give- and-take of death and for that reason cannot be confronted with political make-belief. So, a speaker's task is easy. All he has to do is adhere to the truth and he will be all right.
Never ever in my life had I been accorded the privilege and opportunity to address more than 10,000 battle-hardened veterans from World War I, World War II, the Korean Conflict, the Vietnam War and all the other frequently unknown fire fights our soldiers, airmen, sailors, Marines and Coast Guard personnel have been involved in worldwide. Little did I know then that I would become a member of their always swelling ranks in less than three years down the road.
Being a faculty member at the United States Military Academy holds many satisfactions and benefits. Some of these advantages take a direction one would not have suspected at the start. My daughter, Audrey Annette, the Princess Gulgowski-Doliwa of Glogau, 18 years young at the time, fell in love with a senior cadet, who, in time, would make a substantial reputation for himself in the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers. From nearly 4,000 great young men, Audrey selected the one young man who would soon be her husband and eventually the father of her children.
Young, beautiful and gracious Princess Audrey Annette and young, handsome and strong Mark. Today, Audrey is the mother of five and Mark a retired engineer colonel.
Audrey as Mark's fiancée; her intellect, looks, charm and poise easily exceeded that of many classical beauties and movie stars
Many outstanding and exceedingly good-looking cadets came to call on Princess Audrey in West Point. However, Armor would only tolerate Mark and, consequently, was therefore responsible for Audrey accepting Mark as her husband-to-be.
I, Paul, ran long distances with Armor in the northern German plains and in the wooded hills surrounding West Point. On one dark winter morning, there is no doubt in my military mind, Armor pulled me with all his power and might at fastest possible running speed away from a prowling bear nearby.
Armor vom Landwehrsee lived for 14 good years. He is buried in the Cloud Croft Mountains overlooking White Sands, New Mexico.
Armor represented the absolute epitome of loyalty and dependability, qualities only very few of those humans possessed I was associated with at that time. If dogs are also permitted entrance to heaven, then he is most assuredly lying at the footrest of our Creator, waiting for Heide and me to make our entrance, if we should be that lucky.
Just prior to my departure from West Point and reassignment to the United States Army Europe, the President of the Federal Republic of Germany, Professor Karl Carstens, bestowed upon me the Cross of Merit First Class of the Order of Merit of the Federal Republic of Germany for advancing the high societal, cultural, social and military interests of the Transatlantic Community and the NATO Alliance.
Consul General Hartmut Schulze-Boysen presents the German Federal Order of Merit to West Point Professor Dr. Major Paul W. Gulgowski, Ph.D. The insignia of the German Order of Merit can be viewed on Paul's coat-of-arms.
The surname of the Consul General, Schulze-Boysen, is of imminent historical significance in as much that he is the World War II surviving brother of German Air Force First Lieutenant Harro Schulze-Boysen, who played a major roll in many resistance activities against the Hitler regime in Germany. He loved Germany so well, that he secretly informed the Soviet Union of the impending German invasion. Most regretfully, the Soviet leadership did not heed his warning. Lieutenant Schulze-Boysen betrayed the Nazi military action so Germany would have a future after being defeated in World War II, which he clearly foresaw. Eventually he was captured and murdered on 22 December 1942 in Berlin-Plätzensee.
First Lieutenant Harro Schulze-Boysen; he loved his homeland so much that he was willing to fight its unjust regime, which led to his brutal death and also that of his wife, Libertas. Mrs. Libertas Schulze-Boysen, to the last measure of devotion, lived up to the dedication of her given name.
Libertas and Harro Schulze-Boysen
The former German Democratic Republic (DDR) honored Harro Schulze-Boysen by issuing the postal stamp shown below.
The postal indicia depicting Harro Schulze Boysen
During President Carstens' official state visit to the United States of America, on the occasion of the Tricentennial of German Immigration to this land, it was my honor to be responsible for his security while he toured the Eastern Seaboard. He took this occasion to congratulate me on my achievements and, as a personal memento, presented me his autographed portrait with dedication.
Professor Karl Carstens Fifth President of the post World-War II Federal Republic of Germany
This coveted diploma, unassuming as it may appear, certifies possession of advanced military science knowledge, attained in the most hectic and demanding academic learning environment imaginable. This document opens many doors to leadership positions of high responsibility and national trust.
In the year 1986, I returned to Europe for service with Headquarters, U.S. Army Europe and 7th Army. Lucky for me, I was assigned duties as the Deputy Chief of Staff for Host Nation Activities, which allowed me contact, cooperation and collaboration with all of our European allies and their civilian governments at the federal, state, regional and local levels. An additional assignment was temporary duty with the Helsinki-based organization for disarmament and peace-keeping in Europe as well as, on occasion, on other continents. Many times during the year, this latter duty consumed more time and effort than my primary duty position. Nevertheless, this predicament enabled me to frequently get out of my office to visit other nations while dealing with special and talented individuals.
Escorting and briefing allied counterparts is always a high-intensity endeavor. Although, many of these high-ranking officers, some of general-officer rank, come from smaller nations such as The Netherlands, Belgium and Luxembourg. They frequently surprise a briefer with their superior strategic tactical and geopolitical knowledge.
Being a defense attaché by military and academic training, holding a Ph.D. degree from the University of Bremen in Northern Germany, I was more often than not summoned to brief and educate my counterparts from Eastern Europe on U.S. Army maneuver activities in Europe to quell their suspicions about the possibility of maneuvers being escalated to staging exercises for the commencement of World War III.
I found senior Soviet military officers to be particularly well prepared for their national security duties. Their savvy in global affairs frequently exceeded that of their Western European counterparts. The two Soviet Air Force colonels depicted above were of that type of caliber. From the very beginning of their inspection tour, they insisted of being protected by German military police (Feldjaeger). However, I also had a surprise for them. Against all their expectations, I managed to fulfill their request on a very short-term basis. Little did they know that I enjoyed cooperative connections all over Western Europe. By the way, after three or four days of our association, I found out that they spoke fluently German. By then the ice was broken and we shared many interesting items of general conversation.
In military life, one must always expect the unexpected. Sometimes the telephone rings in the middle of the night and one is obliged to meet a group of international military observers who are charged to fly to some God-forsaken place to safe the peace or assist in restoring quiet and the absence of unnecessary application of force. Some of these missions one can never talk about during one's lifetime. And this is better so, because no one would believe it anyway. Coincidentally, I don't remember who took this picture.
Honestly, it is a nice feeling being decorated or positively recognized. However, it is greater still, to decorate a fellow officer for his achievement.
Another ever-present phenomenon of army service is change. Change occurs all the time. One must adapt to it or perish. Sometimes, the change that affects a person the most is the one, one saw coming all along. In my case, the change I am talking about had to do with the American presidential election. When a newly elected American president takes center stage, he frequently dismisses not just all the cabinet officers of his predecessor, even if that predecessor was of the same political party, but also the commanders-in-chief of America's armed forces worldwide. This is the reason why my commander-in-chief in Central Europe was sent packing over night to make unceremoniously room for the chosen general by a newly sworn-in president. But that is not the worst of it for me. The principle military assistants of the dismissed and quickly retired general were also retired and forced to face the grueling fact of what to do with the rest of their lives outside the military community.
Before I was issued my retirement papers and was decorated with my fifth American Meritorious Service Medal, I had time to make a pilgrimage with my new-found love, Heide, to Lourdes, France, to pray to our Holy Mother to be gracious onto us as we had to confront a new and unaccustomed life.
It was delightful to talk to two Italian Carabinieri police officers of non-commissioned rank, who were also participating in this military pilgrimage in Lourdes, where St. Mary had appeared and repeatedly spoken to St. Bernadette. These senior sergeants displayed a pleasant demeanor and seemed to have no care in the world, probably because they enjoyed a lifelong tenure.
Before returning to the Continental United States, I spent the winter months as a tour-boat captain in Venice. The winter season in Italy, including Venice, can be rather unpleasant; so, the summertime tour-boat captains find excuses to go someplace else. I did not particularly dislike this inclement weather because I had boated on the Upper Weser River and the coastal waters of the North Sea during the colder months of the year. Navigating the canals of Venice with a few die-hard tourists on board was more like a piece of cake to me than a hardship. Nevertheless, this employment situation could not last for ever and eventually I had to return to the nation of my choice, a decision I had made as a young adult.
There is one decided advantage to navigating the canals of Venice during the winter season: The canals don't reek to the heavens quite as much that time of year.
Eventually, Heide and I ended up in the Dairy State Wisconsin, the home of several American Indian Nations such as the Menomonee, Oneida, Stockbridge-Munsee (Mohican Nation), Chippewa, Ho-Chunk and Pottawatomie, These folks are kindly disposed toward all veterans, because they themselves have always been brave people and respect the warrior spirit of Americans who have served in the armed forces. When the trumpet called for battle, American Indians have more than anybody else heeded the nation's call to arms. Hence, their parades and Pow Wow dances never lack the presence of veterans.
Our readers' attention is invited to the Navaho Code Talkers in the foreground of this photograph. Few of them still live today, since all World War II veterans begin to keep their dates with their Creator. But, the legacy of the Navaho Code Talkers and those of other tribes continues to endure. Through the movies and the media, everybody in America now knows of their gallant efforts in seriously hindering the enemy of acquiring knowledge of American military movements in the Pacific and European Theatre of operation.
Korean Conflict and Vietnam Area veterans with American Indian tribal affiliations certainly feel at home at the annual Milwaukee Indian Summer Festival and Pow Wow. Although it may be difficult to believe that in some areas of America veterans are not always looked upon with favor or respect, America has great difficulties in honoring those of its veterans who participated in wars that had less than a completely victorious outcome. In Milwaukee, thanks to our Lord, that seems not to be the case.
Initially, I experienced an exceedingly hard time to find suitable civilian employment. Consequently, I embraced the thought of earning my keep by doing something I had done for the previous 22 years. Lucky for me, until I had upgraded my academic credentials at Marquette University in Milwaukee, Ball State University in Indiana and the Pacific Western University in Los Angeles, California, with assistance from the GI Bill, I found gainful employment with a private, religiously oriented military academy in the Kettle Moraine area of Wisconsin. Here it was my duty to prepare high-school age cadets for college and university admission, to include the military colleges of the United States of America.
Heide and Paul after their church wedding at St. John's Military Academy's Victory Chapel, posing with relatives and friends. The relatives and friends not mentioned previously in this article are from left to right: Colonel Ralph Abston, a great soldier and educator; Lady Maria Margarete Hegenscheidt, Heide's mother; from right to left: The late President of the Steuben Society of America, flamboyant and charismatic Mr. Heinz Obry and Mrs. Virginia Obry, the cosmopolitan and indestructible first lady of this venerable German society in the United States of America.
With our marriage, I, Paul, next to other myriad valuable things and persons, also inherited Heide's friends; among them most prominently represented, the Baron Langen family. Heide and the Baroness Monika had already played as five-year-old children in the neighborhood sandboxes, building together imaginary fantasy castles of their future happiness. Over the past two decades, the Langens have done hundreds of personal favors for us, big and small and without ever voicing the slightest of complaints. At the present time, they, more than anyone else, serve as our lifeline to our old home country, Germany. For this great service, we shall never forget them and always be most grateful to them.
The Baron Langen Family
The sweet and self-assured little girl depicted in the photograph above has grown up.
She is now an equally self-assured young lady, who excels in everything she does.
Her scholarship always places her on top of her class and her future shines bright on the horizon of her choice.
Young Baroness Kira Alexandra with her most cherished and cared-for Labrador friend, Benny. No dog enjoys a better life than Benny. He is even immortalized on the family's coat-of-arms.
The Baron Langen Coat-of-Arms
The Baron Langen Family and Kira Alexandra's gentleman friend, Sascha.
Baron Ewald Langen was elevated to the noble rank of Baron in recognition for his lifelong achievement as a multi-faceted humanitarian by His Imperial Highness,
Prince Regent Nguyen Phuc Buu Chanh of Vietnam, who is also the hereditary Duke of Kien Hoa.
The young Baroness Kira Alexandra and friend Sascha are two of the most progressive and enlightened young people in their community. Their service to humanity in general is manifested by their dedicated and arduous commitment to volunteer on behalf of the German Red Cross, demonstrating their leadership by example, even on weekends and holidays, when the rest of many citizens prefer to stay at home or relax while enjoying leisure-time activities. We wish Kira and Sascha all the happiness in the world and the successes they seek.
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