Way back in the days of the Cold War, my dad was in the Army and was ordered to report to a base in Germany. This would be the first time I had been out of the state we lived in, and the first time out of country as well. More importantly, it was going to be my first time flying, and I was terrified. My father went over first to get things ready for us and got settled into his new duty station, and the family was to follow a couple weeks later. For whatever reason, the Army, being the bunch of screw ups they are gave us three seats for my mother, my 2 year old brother, and myself. Two seats were together, while the third was several aisles back. Because I was old enough to be left to my own devices (all of 4 years old) and because a complete jerk in the aisle where my mom was sitting refused to trade seats, I was put in a three seat section against a window away from my mom. I don't remember terribly much about the whole ordeal. I remember crying at first, and being upset and scared, but I also remember the 2 German ladies who sat on either side of me during the flight. Even though they didn't speak English very well, I remember them doing their best to comfort me. I remember one of them giving me chocolate milk and being very tender and motherly with me. I can't remember much else about the flight, but I only remember being scared at first, and then not any other bad memories of the 8 hours we must have spent together. I think about them every time I think about Germany (where we eventually spent almost a decade). They were my introduction to Germany and to the German people. The first of many fond memories. I doubt either one of them even thinks about it.