| When I think back to the day where I was downtown Mannheim in this little Asian Karaoke Bar... I wonder if things would be the same if I did not go there. I still wouldn't know that there are Groups like Soldiers' Angels. Wouldn't know all of these great people I work with and wouldn't know "my" Soldiers. Yes... this little Asian Karaoke Bar was the beginning of my journey through the "military world". This little Bar changed my life. This Soldier, whose name I want to keep secure, changed my life. First I thought he'd be an ass. He was one of these guys you have to get to know better before you see that he ain't an ass. We ended up alone and started talking, and just talked and talked and talked and talked. We did not realise that we were the last to leave the bar that night....
I offered him a ride back home and we continued talking. He asked if I'd like to come to his place and we still talked. We watched the sunrise and still talked. We talked around ten hours straight. It was amazing and mostly I listened to him. He told me about his first tour, and about the next tour which came up autumn. I finally told him I had to leave - another family commitment. He said he wanted me to come back and gave his keys to me.
He made me think about Iraq. I never was interested in war. It was something cruel, and Germans do not understand the purpose of it anyway, but this young man who was on the first tour, and about to go on a second, made me think of it. I wondered if there was a way to stay in touch. If there was a way to do something.
Anyway, I went back to his place and found him sleeping. So peacefully.. and I wondered of what he has already gone through. He was my age... an NCO who taught me ironing uniforms, whose favorite song was from Sarah McLoughlin... , who loved reading Fantasy Novels written by R.A Salvatore.... Anyway, I don't want to go too much into it. He was the reason I did some research. I knew it wouldn't be easy to get some information, especially as a German. I found a military blog of a young deployed Airman. One day we started talking online and I've sent my first carepackages. A little later I got to know Captain Mike ****(ret.) who suggested Soldiers' Angels to me... so I officially adopted my first Soldier. I know that I probably offended a lot of soldiers in the beginning. I grew up right next to a barracks but I didn't know that you never EVER call a Marine a Soldier. I didn't know all these little things you should know when you talk to Soldiers, Marines or any other branch. Most of them said "Hey it's allright". Later they called me "The German Princess", because they said that I'd do more than some of their own people which made me feel uncomfortable. I knew that a lot of spouses hated me because of the "German Princess" title the soldiers gave me.
You know, it's not easy to deal with all these things. And I can tell not every soldier wanted to have a German Supporter. One called me Nazi, others always said I'd do that to gain attention. It might be nice to be popular, but when you have too much attention people always watch out for mistakes. And I made a lot of mistakes, first because of language trouble, second because I didn't know military life. So I adopted one soldier after another, always watched out for soldiers that could need a little extra support. Started an online blog in German and English language. Some Germans joined me, others called me 'fanatic' and didn't want to have anything to do with me because I was supporting the troops. I sometimes felt lost, because many did not accept me because of different reasons. Other supporters didn't accept me because of my nationality, and in Germany they didn't accept me because i am supporting the troops. It was a tricky situation... I sent one package after another, wrote one letter after another and simply continued doing this. I was addicted in supporting the Troops.My parents called me insane and always asked why I am doing this. There is no explanation... In school I became more and more an outsider. People asked me why I support 'murderers' and it became worse, so I had to switch classes. I couldn't stand it, and there was a time where I only had "my" Soldiers. I swore that I'd never give up supporting the troops just because it is unpopular. I always kept out of politics and I continue to keep out of politics. The more I got into "Supporting the Troops", the more unpopular I became. I made new friends.. most of them are military themselves. Meanwhile I've got friends in Dutch, Canadian, British (Scottish), American, Austrian and German military. It always was about the soldiers, never about politics or religion. A lot of German soldiers laughed at us, and said they wouldn't need support like this, but meanwhile more and more German soldiers changed their opinion, because the deployments got harder and harder, and sometimes it is good to have someone to talk to. The last two years have been an odyssey... and if I'd tell you all these stories I experienced with the Soldiers... for example, two got divorced while on deployment, others told me that because of me they have seen that Americans still care... Supporting the Troops is an endless story... My first few months supporting the troops were torture. Most of my fellow Germans didn't accept me because I supported Soldiers from the 'most hated nation in the world', and it became worse when the media wrote about the torture from Abu Gharib. My classmates looked at me, and they looked like they would jump at me the very next second.Usually I am an A Student, so most of them have been jealous anyway, and when they heard that I am supporting troops... well it gave them a reason to harrass and bully me in class. My teacher said I should switch classes and make a new start. She understood, and always supported me in doing this. She also helped with the Christmas Cards. She talked to the upper classes and asked if they'd like to join and help us writing Christmas Cards. They loved the idea and joined us in writing cards. Especially the Russians wrote a lot of cards. Most of our Russian students love the Americans. They said they'd do the right thing, and would support the soldiers, and adopted the christmas card project for French Classes; that way I didn't only get English Christmas Cards - they've also sent a lot of Christmas Cards in French Language which was hilarious, but the soldiers loved it. We've got so many different nations at school and most of them joined the project. My class was the only one that didn't join the project. Anyway, I switched classes and damn...it was a good choice. British Military Brats, an Israeli who was pro-America and pro-military, German Conservatives, a former German soldier and when it came up to me to introduce myself, I knew it wouldn't be a problem to answer their questions. When I found a new job, my new boss asked what kind of hobbies I have... I answered: "Sir, I am a Coalition Angel, that's the only hobby I have!" He was confused and wanted to know what a Coalition Angel is. So I told him that we are adopting soldiers and support them by sending letters, packages and give them a shoulder to lean on. He said: "Hey, I like that!" and didn't go more into it. When we made the new timeplan he asked "How much time do you need for your soldiers?" WOW! My boss asked me how much time I need for the soldiers. He wanted to make sure I have enough time to take care of them. It was amazing. From one day to another my life completely changed. Yesterday I had a class that hated me for doing this. Today I have a class that accepted and joined me in supporting troops, a boss who made sure that I have enough time to keep going with the project, and a boyfriend who is a soldier of the German Mountain Infantry, and supporting American soldiers himself. As time went by, I got to know Amy who is an Angel from California. We became a Team, worked together from the very first day. We call each other "Sister Angel" and share almost everything with each other. Our Motto is "Kicking one Ass at a Time!" and our soldiers know that we have a list where we put them on when they teased us too much. That's where our Motto is from. The Soldiers love it because they get their butts kicked by "hot chicks"...urm.. yeah.. RRRIGHT! HAHAHA! We harrass and tease each other in a friendly kind of way, and put everybody on the list who wants to be put on the list. We always warn them, and tell'em that we've got metal boots, but they don't care, they just want to have their butts kicked by a chick and heck, if they like it.. we'll kick it BWAHAHA! Anyway, over time the yellow packages from Germany got well known. One of my Soldiers wrote for example: I got your package with all the goodies in it yesterday. We started eating the cookies already. I gave Thor a whole box of that melon aloe vera tea. He's the other big tea drinker here. What do you expect though, his parents are British. My yellow packages are becoming well known around here. Yesterday my first sergeant saw me opening it and said aahhh, so you're the one getting packages from Germany. He asked who was sending them and I said 'my German friends of course'. Another Soldier (from the Netherlands) said: Well I know from experiences what the Coalition Angels can do for soldiers abroad. I am in the last 2 days of my tour in Afghanistan, and should be back in Holland the 3th of november. I had a great time here, also thanks to the Coalition Angels who supported me with packages, letters and a lot of small talk in dull moments! Thank you for all you have done for me, I will keep in touch! XXX Arjan, aka SSgt "D" aka Army Boy. These are just two from many messages Amy and I got. Amy and I are the hearts of Coalition Angels. We live for it, and we love what we do. The smile on the face of one of our soldiers is the best reward ever! Over time I got to know so many great and awesome people. There are so many people from all over the world that are supporting the troops overseas, but you never see something about them in an article. Most Americans think that all Europeans are the same. We are not. There are people who believe in the same things I do, you just have to take a close look, and it'll take a while until you find them, but they exist, WE exist. We are from the Netherlands, Germany, UK, Portugal, Finnland, Sweden and France. We are from Australia, Belgium, Switzerland and Africa, and we proudly support OUR Troops who are part of our lives. So yeah, the Tanker Brothers, Nate, Chris and their Bat Cave Crew, Justin and his 16 Paratroopers, Chris, John, Justin, Ben, George I and George II, Jens, Apollo, Brandon, Shawn, Randy, Ryan, the two Airmen, Dustin, Taylor, Patrick and Steven...they all made a huge difference in my life... We definitely keep the wings flapping regardless what people think about us. |