Today marked the 25th Anniversary of the tearing down of the Berlin Wall. That day was emotional for Keith and me. He was still in the Air Force, and we were living in O’Fallon, Illinois.
I cried as I watched.
When we lived in Italy, Keith and I traveled to West Berlin. He had a military conference there.
We had the opportunity to go through Checkpoint Charlie. The Air Force personnel were dressed in their Class-A uniforms. Everywhere we went, those American military uniforms stood out, and residents and East Berlin military watched us.
Stepping into East Berlin was like tiptoeing in a world of black and white, gray and brown. Walking back into West Berlin was like skipping in a rainbow world filled with hot pink cotton candy.
Today, we celebrate the freedom gained for East Berlin residents.