|Viking ship sculpture, Reykjavik harbor|
After spending a second assignment at Cannon AFB, (making a total of 8 ˝ years there,) Susanna and I were ready for a change. The opportunity arose for an assignment to Keflavik Naval Air Station, Iceland and we leapt at the chance. It was odd, but few people shared our enthusiasm. Other Air Force wives told her to make me go alone, and my own peer group, while understanding my desire to leave the high plains of New Mexico, were glad I was going instead of them.
I received my assignment on April 15th of 1994, and I
was supposed to report in June. I couldn’t get permission for
Susanna and I to travel together in such a short time, and I ended
up traveling alone.
Part one was getting the car to Iceland. To do that I had to get it to a seaport. Since the charter flight to Iceland flew out of Philadelphia, I chose to ship my car from Bayonne, New Jersey. I took the opportunity to drive across the United States and experience what many people call "flyover country." When I got to New Jersey and told someone I was dropping off my car at the port in Bayonne, someone asked, "Why go all that way? I can make a call and have it stolen right here."
The flight from Philadelphia left at around midnight. I don’t remember what time I touched down in Iceland, but it was early Saturday morning, June 4th, 1994. The next day was the first Sunday in June and, although I didn't know it then, it was the Icelandic holiday called Seaman’s Day. I walked from the base to the town of Keflavik, just exploring and taking pictures to send home. (Despite extensive reading on Iceland, we were still a little worried about what the conditions would be. I was somewhat concerned that Susanna would change her mind and end up staying in Clovis.)
|Seaman’s Day, Keflavik harbor, 1994.|
Last edited on January 21, 2006