Peter Amoroso:
CLASS OF 1975
Brooklyn Technical High SchoolClass of 1975
Brooklyn, NY
SUNY Maritime CollegeClass of 1985
Bronx, NY
CUNY Kingsborough Community CollegeClass of 1980
Brooklyn, NY
Peter's Story
Life
I was born in Brooklyn but I'm afraid I'll die in New Jersey. My journey to this sad conclusion began like all other voyages, it began with a choice. As I would later come to realize, it was a bad choice, though at the time I didn't recognize the chain of events that would unfold. My highest ambition while growing up in Brooklyn was to one day move to the fabled and mythical suburb of Long Island. The Gods must be laughing. After having sailed around the world and having lived in various parts of the America, I ended up settling down in New Jersey.
I started my journey into life at the age of 17 when I left Brooklyn and enlisted in the Army. The first stop in my new life was Fort Dix, New Jersey. Needless to say, you can never develop a favorable opinion about any place you did you basic training at. I survived basic training but did not see the writing on the wall about New Jersey.
I graduated basic training and left New Jersey on October 16, 1975. I remember the date so well for two reasons. First, it's the date I graduated basic training and second, it is the d...Expand for more
ay that I took my first airplane flight.
My first stop in my journey through life was FT. Sam Houston in San Antonio TX. Talk about a change from the Big Apple. Lots of sun and southern accents. To this day I still greet people with a nice "howdy" with a southern twang of course. At the end of my interlude in Texas, I found myself graduating at the top of my class and on my way to becoming a first rate Medic. I also found myself on a jet heading for West Germany. In West Germany I would truly find out how cold the cold war was!
Some say Hell is not a burning pit of undying flames, but rather the sting of bitter burning ice. I know this to be the true vision. Hell isn't straight down; it's to the East, in Europe. For that is where I was stationed, Illesheim, West Germany.
Illesheim is a sleepy farming town of 200 that happens to have an army base of 2,000 surrounding it. Needless to say this was not the Big Apple that I grew up in. The town and people in it were nice enough but being part of the post-Vietnam, all volunteer force, was not something to write home about.
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