It was September 1958. I was on the battalion soccer team while I was stationed with the 237th Engineer Battalion in Heilbronn Germany. It was part of an American/German relationship building program.
Our Battalion Commander was the kind of leader that had to win no matter what the event was. However, in this case, we had a little problem. Only a quarter of the team had ever played soccer before. So, he hired an English pro to teach us. He made us train every day from eight o’clock in the morning, until five in the evening.
Well, we won the group championship. Mind you, not because of skill, but rather because of physical fitness. We ran our opponents to death. That achievement had to be celebrated. We rented the banquet hall at the stadium, a German band to provide some music…
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