THERE I
WAS, sitting at my desk in RHQ 4RTR in Imphal Barracks,
Osnabruck, Germany, doing some bit of administration or
other, when my phone rang. On the other end was Eyre
Maunsell, a 4RTR officer seconded to the army’s
personnel branch in the UK, and he had a very simple
question for me; would I like to attend the US Army’s
Staff College in the USA? It took me all of three
seconds to say yes.
Now, having already graduated from the British Staff
College at Camberley some years previously it was
unusual, but not unique, to be offered the chance of
attending an overseas staff college as well. But joining
the small band of “Double Blues”, as it were, was an
attractive proposition. The Regimental hierarchy thought
otherwise for it interfered with their planning, and
after I heard nothing for a couple of weeks I phoned
Eyre back and asked him what the score was. I was
somewhat taken aback to learn that he had been told that
I had changed my mind and no longer wanted to go.
This was not the first time that my aspirations within
the army had been thwarted by sleight of hand and I
wasn’t going to let it happen again. So, after a bit of
to-ing and fro-ing I got my wish and my posting to the
USA was confirmed. It was, on mature reflection, a bit
of a “jolly” as I had no need of the additional
qualification for career purposes, nor was I persuaded
that I had been specially selected in any way. It was
simply that there was a posting to be filled and I
fitted the bill. But no complaints from me!
As you can imagine there was quite a bit of admin
involved, not least of which was packing up the house
and sending off all our belongings by ship to the USA.
Thankfully there was a well practised system in place
for doing so and it was pretty seamless, but it meant
roughly 6 weeks without possessions. I then went on
leave, back to Scotland to see my folks and family.
There was
one slight problem; I had recently bought a brand new
BMW 325i Cabriolet under the tax free arrangements in
place at the time, and now I was posted out of Germany I
hadn’t kept the car out of the UK for long enough to
satisfy the tax free regulations. I had planned to leave
the car with my Dad for him to drive for the year I
would be away. So he and I toddled down to our local
HMRC office and were completely honest about our
dilemma, with the potential tax bill coming to several
thousand pounds. I was very pleased that we were able to
come to a mutually agreeable arrangement and I got off
fairly lightly!
I flew from RAF Brize Norton in Oxfordshire, if I
remember correctly, to Washington DC in an RAF VC-10.
For once the RAF was on the ball and there were no
delays or hitches, probably because the pilots had
remembered to set their alarm clocks at the nearest 5
star hotel this time. An interesting aspect of the time
was that all the seats in the aircraft faced towards the
back, I presume for safety reasons, from where came the
description “Backwards Airways”. The same epithet could
easily be applied for other reasons too, of course. As
it was, the flight was uneventful and we were met at the
scrum in arrivals at Dulles airport by an official from
the British Embassy and escorted to the hotel where I
was to stay for a couple of days for briefings before
onward transit.
I can’t
actually remember what the briefings were all about
except I wasn’t to lose sight of the fact I was
representing the UK whilst in the US. Allowances that I
was entitled to certainly formed part of the package, of
which more later. I did have some spare time to look
around Washington DC though, which I had visited
previously. I always liked the atmosphere of the city,
especially Georgetown, and it struck me in ambience, if
not in architecture, as a rather warmer Edinburgh. After
a few days it was back to the airport and on my way.
The United States Army Command & General Staff School
which I was to attend is located in Fort Leavenworth,
Kansas. The state of Kansas, as many will be aware, is
about the size of France but at that time only had a
population of circa 2.5 million, so “sparsely populated”
doesn’t really cover it. The flight time non-stop is
just under three hours which gives you some idea of the
scale of the USA – it did for me anyway. On arrival I
was met by my “sponsors” for the time of my stay.
A word on sponsors. Each overseas student (for that is
what we were called) was allocated three sets of sponsor
families; two civilian and one military. Their purpose
was to help those who came to Fort Leavenworth from
outwith the US feel welcome, introduce us to their local
communities, and generally help us to settle down. My
civilian sponsors were utterly charming and kind and I
will speak of them later.
My military sponsors I already knew well, because by one
of those strange quirks of fate they turned out to be
none other than Colonel Tom Brown, US Army, and his
lovely wife Barbara. Now Tom had commanded C Squadron
4RTR in Tidworth in 1983-84, on attachment from the US
Army, and I was one of the welcoming party when he
arrived in the UK for that posting. In classic 4RTR
Officers’ Mess fashion I had driven up to Heathrow to
meet him and his family, and of course his flight landed
at Gatwick. But that minor difficulty was soon overcome
and he and Barbara spent, I hope, a very happy couple of
years with us.
Now the roles were reversed, and I’m happy to report
that Tom managed to get to the right airport! As the
British representative I was provided with an allowance
to stay for a fortnight in a local hotel whilst I
arranged to rent a house, buy a car, and so on. But Tom
and Barbara wouldn’t hear of it and insisted that I stay
with them instead, which of course was infinitely more
enjoyable. However, it did leave me in the position
where I had been given a considerable sum of money by
the British Embassy to pay for something I did not
require.
This smacked of fraud to me, so I phoned the Embassy and
told them I would have to hand the money back to them.
The senior warrant officer I spoke to in the pay team
was taken aback; nobody, he told me, had ever tried to
pay back any allowances they had been given. Indeed, he
went on, there was no mechanism for doing so. There then
ensued an increasingly surreal conversation in which he
tried to justify why it would be all right for me to
keep the money. Eventually he asked whether I had taken
my hosts out for a meal, or had even bought them a
bottle of wine as a present. When I replied that I had,
he then triumphantly concluded that clearly this
relatively modest expenditure justified the considerably
larger amount of allowance, and that everything was
accordingly in order. So that was all OK then!
Shortly thereafter I found a house to rent and moved in
to await the arrival of our possessions from Germany. I
also bought my predecessor-in-post’s car, which was
almost inevitably a mistake as it broke down
(expensively) shortly after his departure. Some things
you never learn. I had a couple of weeks’ leave before
the start of the course and I drove west across Kansas,
a seemingly endless journey across the prairie where, I
can assure you, the corn is indeed as high as an
elephant’s eye just like they say.
My new
car gave up the ghost just short of the Colorado border,
and I would have been stranded there had it not been for
the kindness of a total stranger who lent me his second
car so I could continue my journey whilst my car was
being fixed. Once again I was struck by the incredible
kindness shown to me by the American people, and only
hoped that we were as kind to them when they came to the
UK. Colorado is very picturesque and lovely, and I was
only unnerved by the almost total lack of traffic on the
roads through the mountains. It did at times feel like
the edge of the world.
Refreshed after my all too brief holiday, I returned to
Leavenworth and got myself sorted out for the start of
the course. And that’s what I’ll be writing about in the
next episode.
To come in Part 32; living and working (and playing) in
Kansas. |