My first post in Germany was at Storck Barracks, Illesheim. It was in a beautiful part of Bavaria. It was also the smallest military post I’d ever seen. Here’s almost the whole post, and the entire village of Illesheim.
When I was there, it was a weird setup, in that we were an Infantry battalion on a post with an Aviation Brigade. We belonged to the 1st Armored Division, while the 11th Avn BDE belonged to VII Corps. But for things like court martials, we fell under the aviators. Our barracks were the three long buildings on the left. To get to the main part of the post with the PX and the snack bar, or go out the gate to hit the town, we had to cross the small tarmac just above the barracks. No big deal. Except coming home a little tipsy from the local tavern… Apaches, Blackhawk and Kiowa helicopters would be running up on the tarmac. At night, you can’t see the tail rotors, but you CAN walk into them. I don’t know how many of us were saved by a crew chief tackling us moments before making a spectacular exit from this life, but I know it was more than one.