Most of my time was spent up around Frankfurt and Wurzburg, but I did get down to Munchen (Munich) and once to Vienna.
Family is German on both sides, and it was spoken in the home as a kid, so I definitely enjoyed being there. Aside from the fact that Germans are a pretty humorless bunch, that is.
This was in 1984, so the Cold War was in full swing and Reagan was putting pretty significant pressure on the Soviets. We were constantly going on alert, which was hair raising and mainly due to the fact that there 6,000 of us and 450,000 Russians and Warsaw Pact forces a couple of miles down the road. Needless to say, I was happy as hell to get out of there, only to find that the Army was sending me to El Salvador. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
Driving on the Autobahn was a blast. The A3 especially.
