My father was in the army but was a liaison to the air force, so he was stationed at Bitburg in 1955 and following. We moved there in 1956 and lived in base housing. We lived on a cul-de-sac, and we just climbed the hill across the street to walk to the side of the elementary school. My brother and I got our sleds in Bitburg and spent many happy hours sledding and playing with friends. We had a German made who didn't speak much English. She would come in and open all of the windows (on the 2nd floor), and it would be so cold in the apartment until my parents got it heated up again. i can remember the sound and shaking when jets broke the sound barrier. Also, there would be some sort of siren at night sometimes, and Daddy would have to go on maneuvers. He always said they did that the coldest nights of the year.