These remembrances may encourage other AYCBers to post their own on the
AIYCBs web site (if it is allowed).

Remembrances about Cold War Berlin & Sailing 1956-'57 and 1960-'63, 
Gerry Coles.

Having had 3.5 years sailing experience early in the club's history 
(1957 and in 1960 through 1962) that is supported by some facts on file 
with the AIYCB - I believe I was its first Commodore in 1962.

1956-57:

Arrived by Army Duty Train in Berlin on a cold but clear September morn
after spending 12 days on the storm tossed Atlantic Ocean in a troop ship
built in 1918.

It was my first day in the Divided City on my first trip to Europe. At
age 23, with a college degree (Economics), single, an Army draftee with
one year already served, and one more year still to spend 110 miles 
behind the fearsome Iron Curtain. This situation had my full attention, 
especially when the Hungarian Uprising had us on Full Alert with ammo 
locked and loaded. Assigned to the 272 Military Police Company at 
Andrews Barracks, Lichterfelde-West, as a Radio Repairman my first job 
was removing non-functioning radios from border patrol jeeps, and 
re-fitting them with radios that worked. Bumping along rough border
tracks with old-fashioned vacuum tubes (transistors were still being
invented) those two-way radios really took a beating. 

A few months later I coordinated the unit's training programs, which 
included having our troopers shoot at targets, see movies that included 
lots of WWII newsreels and some about how to avoid contracting VD. Many
of the MPs then were like they are now in Iraq: over-sexed, not well 
trained, not always sympathetic. Most were volunteers, not draftees 
(now they are all volunteers), and the pugilistic among them often 
fought with McNair Barracks's Infantry troops. 

The first German I learned was how to say "two transfers please" so we 
could go to the Kurfuerstendamm by trolley.

Outside the barracks in Occupied West Berlin most West Berliners
(including a few Fraeuleins) welcomed us as friends. A new language to 
learn, a new Karmann Ghia, a studio apartment, lots of operas to attend, 
good friends and sailing to enjoy, and an exchange rate of 1 US$ to 
4.2 West DMs or 16 GDR Marks, all made for wonderful experiences even
with Berlin being a bona-fide Cold War hot spot.

A 35-foot motor cruiser that was used for patrolling the American Sector's
waterways was berthed at the Wannsee Rec Center and staffed by my MP unit.
After the ice melted in early 1957, and thanks to Hans, I passed the
Recreation Center's sailing test, and from then on until I departed 
Berlin (and then a discharge from the Army) in August - it was smooth 
sailing along with capsizing the Center's O-dinghies (Olympic) that 
were rented for a mere $0.25 per hour. All this sure delivered many 
happy memories.

1960:

That September, after two years of working for the American Express
Company in West Germany, I arrived back in Berlin with my wife Doris 
and one month old daughter Christine as Manager of AMEXCO's West Berlin's
U.S. Military Banking Facility. Though it was at the end of the Rec
Center's sailing season I was very pleased to be back in Berlin employed
by the American Express Company, and affiliated with the Berlin Command's
Office of the Comptroller. Our clients were Allied military, diplomats,
and tourists, but not Germans who then still were not fully repatriated.
AMEXCO then had about 40 employees in offices on Clayallee opposite the
U.S. Mission and Army HQ, at Tempelhof Air Base and at McNair Barracks. 
We had a comfortable West End apartment in the British Sector. That 
winter life was exciting even though the chill from the East made Berlin 
turn a deeper gray as it's citizens continued to recover from WWII's 
devastation.

Two incidents with CIA spooks are worth mentioning. I was asked to 
tighten up our security because US cloak and dagger CIA types were very
concerned that our posting machine operator who resided in East Berlin 
could disclose to the Soviet agents our client's account balances (and
embarrassing overdraft histories). But as she was the only person
familiar with our cranky NCR machine so we kept her on, since the spooks 
couldn't replace her. She made us (and them) happy when she moved
to West Berlin shortly before the Wall went up. Shortly afterwards the 
other East-West event happened when our Cashier had a hunch. Because a 
new teller left work with a smirk after placing his cash box in the main 
safe - he (the Cashier) later opened it to find it was short about $3,000 
(45 years ago that was a lot of money!). Though he (the teller) seemed a
likable guy we later learned that he was a major in the Stasi, and believe 
he returned permanently to East Berlin and nothingness with our privileged
account information along with lots of our US$$$s.

1961:

Early on the morning of August 13 an aide to Colonel Thomas Foote (he was 
Berlin Command's Chief of Staff) called me to say the colonel who was my 
friend and student sailor wouldn't make our date to sail at noon because 
an 'emergency' had erupted. This news didn't seem too unusual as we were
accustomed to radio, TV, and newspaper reports that the Allied troops
were often under Alert conditions because thousands of East Germans were
fleeing daily through East Berlin on public transportation to find freedom
in West Berlin. Soviet troops also were continually maneuvering near the
Zone border.

Next call on the phone that August 13 morning was from our reliable and
loving babysitter (aka: Oma Berlin). While sobbing she said that all
traffic from East Berlin to West Berlin had been stopped. She feared this
meant she would be prevented from being with her only grandchildren later
that afternoon who lived in East Berlin. We then turned on our radio to
learn that East Germans with the Soviet's help were building a wall that
would likely shut off West from East Berlin. Later reports(*) said Allied
troops numbered only 11,500 while an estimated 40,000 heavily armed 
soldiers and police did their dirty work along Berlin's East-West sector 
border. 

Not wanting to go sailing that rather chilly, cloudy summer's morning 
(Berlin does have cold summer days), I drove my car with US Army license 
plates through the Brandenburg Gate shortly before it was closed to 
traffic for the next 28 years. Crowds of West Berliners had gathered 
at various places along the Sector border to witness the construction 
of what was to be named the Wall of Shame. Soon it became a significant 
testimony to the world that the Communist governance and economic system 
had some serious problems. I still regret I failed to take my camera with 
me that day.

A few months later another significant personal event happened during 
and after I had taken a high ranking US Senator Byrd from Virginia and 
his son around East Berlin without Berlin Command's clearance at a time 
when the Soviets and East Germans were making things quite difficult for 
the Allies (page 94-96 in *) when all sorts of swaggering tanks faced off 
at Checkpoint Charlie. Because my HQ in NY had arranged for the Senator's 
travel accommodations, the Senator asked me (and my boss told me to do
what the Senator wanted) to take them into East Berlin - even though its
Police (Vopos) had started to challenge our right to freely enter East
Berlin. But what shocked me most was when we parked on Unten den Linden
in front of the Soviet Embassy to take some photos, the Senator complained
about forced desegregation in the schools of his state, and then justified 
his opposition to it saying the 'Nigras just smell different'. I'm so glad 
a East Berlin TV crew didn't record his racist statement!

Though our luck held when the Vopos allowed my car to sail through
Checkpoint Charlie, both going in and out of East Berlin, a serious
problem for me surfaced a day later when a personal friend, Madeline 
Murphy, secretary to Berlin Command's Commander General Watson, warned 
me that my taking the Senator to East Berlin might have me kicked out of 
Berlin. 

An aide to General Lucius Clay (JFK's personal envoy who was a hero to 
Berliners because of his Airlift legacy) summoned me to to meet with 
General Clay. Without a handshake greeting I was directed to settle 
deep in a sofa opposite his huge desk in a dimly lit room. General Clay 
then sternly asked me, 'Why the hell did you take the Senator for a jaunt
through East Berlin without Berlin Command's or the State Department's
permission?' Gulp. I meekly explained: (1) That no US authority ever
told me I had to first get their OK since it was never required on any of
my personal trips to East Berlin for the opera, sightseeing, etc. (2) It
seemed inappropriate for me to question a senior US Senator if he had the
US State Dept's OK to go to East Berlin. What saved the day (and my
career) was that my sailing friend, the Berlin Command's Chief of Staff, 
Colonel Foote, needed more sailing lessons from me! Knowing the ropes, 
having his friendship, along with lots of luck provided us with many 
more happy sailing days on the Wannsee.

The Wannsee Rec Center's sailing program then was informal. Hans, a most
agreeable chap, was employed there to keep its small fleet of sailing
boats in order, and do some sailing instruction on the side. He hated it
when boats were not returned in ship-shape condition and the sails not
properly bagged.

1962:

The American Yacht Club Berlin members elected me the club's first
Commodore. The Berlin Command assigned the club lower floor sider-door
rooms at the Wannsee Recreation Center's building, which was a big move 
in the right direction (closer to the Wansee). East-West tension was at 
a peak. West Berlin was losing its population as thousands moved to safer
situations in West Germany. This caused the Berlin Command to urge 
Americans assigned there to reach out to Berliners in the spirit of 
cooperation and friendship, which then motivated the AYCB to invite a few 
sailors from the Potsdamer YC (Juergen Barth is one name I still remember)
to join in our races along with the British and French clubs. 

Less than two decades after the end of WWII - the Allies hoped to convey 
to Berliners that we needed to support one another, to be equals, to be 
friends. It became official policy to avoid Berlin's past, which included
the fact that the Final Solution conference (Wannsee Konferenz) was held 
in 1942 by the Nazis at a villa on the Wansee opposite the Rec Center.

1962, October :

Historians agree that WWIII didn't happen when, during the Cuban Missile
Crisis, President John Kennedy rejected his own military advisors desire 
to blast the Soviets out of Cuba, and convinced Chairman Khrushchev of 
the USSR to remove his nuclear missiles that at the time were already in 
Cuba or on the way there. Historians say this also saved vulnerable 
(sitting duck) West Berlin from either being once again blockaded or 
bombarded by the Soviets who at the time had 150,000 Soviet troops 
garrisoned near Berlin.

The Curve of Tension Representation of Berlin's History 1945-73 
(page 136 in *) shows Berlin in the 1961-62 period ranked in the worst of
situations, which was the "Outbreak of General War" category. (Bold type
added for emphasis!) Sailing then provided us Occupiers with happy 
diversions so we could hope for the best while trying to avoid thinking 
about the worst.

Early the next year (Feb. 1963) after having lived in West Berlin during 
a stressful two and a half years, we departed Cold War Berlin for a new
life in California.  Notwithstanding California's earthquakes, floods and
forest fires we thought we deserved a safer environment. Ten years later
my wife Doris died of cancer.
 
Final Note, January 2005: My wife Kathryn (also an avid sailor) and I 
live near San Francisco, California in the small coastal town of Bolinas 
that is on the Pacific Ocean. We visited the AIYCB in 2000. and now look
forward to attending its Reunion Regatta this August.  Ship Ahoy!

* "American Forces In Berlin - Cold War Outpost", Grathwol and Moorhus,
Dept. of Defense, Legacy Resource Mgmt Program, Cold War Project,
Washington,