If only I'd known back then that I would later have a photo album of places I've been, I would have done better. Dad was a professional soldier and made a career of the Army. As a dependent then, I spent the better part of five years of my life in Germany. Even went to high school there for my sophomore and junior years. On the way over the second time around, our ship passed by the White Cliffs of Dover. But do I have a picture? No. As a teenager, I visited Paris. Went snow skiing in Austria. Toured Holland. Went all over Belgium and Luxembourg, not to mention seeing much of what was then West Germany. But I have not one picture to prove it. But it's quite all right - Linda and I will eventually visit the Continent at our leisure and probably take too many pictures. Such is life. Like father, like son, I joined the Army shortly after graduating high school. Though I had been certified semi-fluent in French by the U.S. State Department, and semi-fluent in German by the Department of Defense, the Army thought it best that I go straight to Vietnam.