Life - That Great Adventure!
By Hans D. Merz
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Meet Hans Merz, born in Germany in the roaring 20's. He participated in some of the key historical events of his time, from World War II to the Space Race, the Korean War to the Cold War. Join him as he tells his unique life story with a positive attitude about everything and everyone.
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Life - That Great Adventure! - Hans D. Merz
Introduction
Without a doubt, life can be challenging and rewarding. Blessed with divine guidance, incredible luck, a loving family, and great friends I have made it to 95 years old. I have experienced a smorgasbord of never-ending games, and some times were tough. But thirty years into retirement I am determined to keep the action going, kicking the box
down the road. Sooner or later the order will come down, OK, your time is up, get in the box.
Why hurry?
1949 West Germany. Aunt Babette, in the U.S. since 1927, agreed to sponsor me for immigration papers. The chance of a lifetime! It took some time. After all Germans were not on the top of the list during that period. In early 1951 I finally held a coveted visa and a ticket for a ship’s passage in my hand. Before my departure a well-meaning friend sat me down. Hans, you know, America is in a nasty little war in Korea, involving lots of warm bodies, many dying a hero’s death. Wait until the storm blows over. You survived the horrors of World War II by the seat of your pants, don’t push your luck.
Good advice, but my mind was made up. Besides, as a newcomer they wouldn’t want me. Ha!
Korea 1952. Hotter than hell. The central front, the Battle at the Iron Triangle. Each side pushing back and forth trying to gain an advantage over a few strategically important hills.
I was on water detail, hauling two five-gallon jerry cans up the hill to Able Company bunker on top of Sniper Ridge. I was dodging the occasional mortar round, which hit anytime, spreading deadly shrapnel all around. Sorry guys, no ice cubes.
How in the world did I get into this mess? After I arrived in the U.S. in June of 1951, I was advised to submit so-called first papers right away if I wanted to start the five year path to citizenship. That was all and good, except during wartime, citizen or not, Uncle Sam drafted you for two years. In September 1951 I was invited to visit the Draft Board office in Troy, NY. They had my citizenship papers and I had to register. To help soften the blow, they explained the benefits serving would offer after discharge: accelerated citizenship and the G.I. Bill. Also, excellent English classes. They even let me keep my German accent, which came in handy along the way. Since these all were consistent with my long-range plans, I signed up. With that I set the foundation for a sound future, albeit by way of another stupid war.
Obviously, I beat the odds again and returned to New York in one piece, ready to enjoy the fruits of my labor.
America, you got one happy new citizen!
1
Remembering My Parents Starting a Career in Aviation
1926–1942
My father, Hans Merz, was an excellent musician, playing the flute and clarinet professionally. He learned the trade of a graveur, creating intricate etchings in copper for multiple applications at the Geislingen Metal Works. My mother Emilie was a wonderful housewife, seamstress, and creative cook during lean years. I was born on August 10, 1926, named Hans Dieter Merz. (As I grew up, I preferred my first name.)
We lived on the third floor of an apartment house in Pforzheim, Germany, adjacent to the Black Forest. These were modest facilities; times were tough in the 1920s, rampant hyperinflation. From early on, I was an active child, learning to use the apartment like an obstacle course. Well, one of my infamous actions almost turned into disaster. I moved a chair to an open window to get a closer look at the world, and after I had climbed onto the chair, I was just about to take the plunge to eternity when Mom, screaming, got ahold of a leg and pulled me back to safety. She also fainted.
She supported the family’s budget as a seamstress and was busy. Most of her customers were families with children, so Mom was encouraged to bring me along. There were the Biebers, Burkharts, Webers, and more. Their kids, who were about my age, became my playmates—more or less my babysitters. According to Mom, I had a helluva time and never wanted to go home. My favorites were the Webers, who owned a watch company and lived in a villa with a pool in the ritzy section of town. I was drawn to the pool, not very deep, so we kids could really horse around. There were also delicious snacks.
When I was four years old, we moved to Stuttgart into a nicer apartment building on a busy street. Playing was not without danger. On one occasion—and I remember this vividly—I ran after a ball—right into the front of a slow-moving car. The driver didn’t see me and knocked me right under the car; I came out at the rear, like I’d been on a conveyor belt. The only thing that saved me from being badly injured was that I instinctively kept my arms and legs close to my body. I was shaken up with a few bruises, and people helped me up to Mom, who, after hearing what happened, almost fainted again. Poor Mom! Well, I learned and became a little more street smart along the way. Most of my activities from then on were on the playground.
In 1932, we moved again, this time to a lovely area of the city up the hill (Stuttgart is surrounded by hills, woods and vineyards. Beautiful!) and a nice apartment on the bottom floor with a deck, easy to get in and out of. I loved it. As usual, I made friends quickly. They even had backyards to play in. Businesspeople were living here, with fancy cars. I was impressed. Many were Jewish—good Germans for generations—what was the problem?
Their trouble started right at the dawn of the Third Reich, in 1933. People enthusiastically welcomed Hitler, because he promised to get them out of misery with jobs, new currency, and so on—all badly needed. And yes, he delivered, to everyone’s amazement, but he also voiced and emphasized a profound hatred of Jews. He thought they had caused all the problems. Wealth in Jewish hands was a thorn in his eyes, not to be tolerated. So, within months, many of my Jewish friends and their families just disappeared. We were told that they had left Germany because they didn’t like Hitler. Period. There were other kids to play with, and at my age, life went on. But I missed them a lot.
1933 was the year I started elementary school (no kindergarten). School was about a mile down in the valley with numerous steps, easy to get down, hell on the way home. By the time I got home I was beat.
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