United States Constabulary
Army of Occupation
Germany and Austria
My name is Manfred Goldstein. My Army
nickname was Doc because I was always fixing things. My civilian nickname
I was born in 1927 in Vienna Austria, came
to the USA in 1939 after a terrible year with Hitler. Then lived in Brooklyn,
NY until I was drafted in 1945. After basic training at Ft. McClellan Alabama
I was shipped overseas.
I arrived in Berlin via LeHavre France
in on February 10, 1946. Stationed at a replacement depot at Oberst Drausnik
(Kasserne Erlangen till March 8 1946. Sent to Berlin via Nuremberg. I was
stationed in the Office of Military Government as an interpreter until
late March 1946, or early April 1946 when I was transferred to the newly
formed 16th Constabulary Squadron in the Headquarters Battalion at the
Patton Barracks in Berlin Germany. It is now a Police Barracks at:Polizei
Direktion 4, Eiswaldstrasse 18 12249 Berlin. The troopers moved to the
McNair Barracks somewhere around 1948. This was a great disappointment
to me at first. At the OMG we were housed in a modern apartment building
with two people per apartment. Our work was performed in a large private
professional home. We dined in restaurant and were driven around
by chauffeur. The Constabulary Barracks were no more than bombed and shelled
out hulls of buildings that were barely livable, the chow was terrible
and there were 40 Troopers per room. However after a while the challenge
and comradery made it all worth while. Looking back OMG was a bore.
I was a low speed Radio Operator. Due to the shortage of Radio Operators
in Berlin at the time, I was sent to the Constabulary School in Sonthofen
Germany on May 6, 1946 to become a High Speed Radio Operator and Instructor,
as well as assistant Communications Chief. When I returned, I trained personnel
in Radio Communications, both voice and Morse Code. I also was assigned
to repair AM and FM radios. Although I knew little about electronics
and radio repair, I learned quickly.
Learning to drive was my next challenge.
In its ultimate wisdom the Army decided to teach me to drive an M8 Armored
vehicle first. When I promptly destroyed some real estate (namely
a garage) they moved me to a 1 1/2 ton truck. That did not work either.
Double Clutching was not my best talent. Finally I learned to drive
a Jeep, then the 1 1/2 ton truck, then the M8, then the Tank. Then the
fun began in a 1 1/2 ton Communications Truck with a Generator Trailer.
Wow I think it would have been cheaper for the Army to discharge
me right then and there.
We had a Recon. Major that used to fly
into our compound with his Piper Cub. He took a liking to me after Ifixed
his radios. He took me flying a few times. I enjoyed this a lot.
(Later in life in 1971 I became a pilot and bought 1 Cessna 172.
Had a lot of fun with it.)
All in all, Berlin was great duty.
We had some problems with die hard Nazis and the Soviets. The Soviets
wanted to control all of Berlin. I recall one time we had an alert to evacuate
via Templehof, and blow up the compound behind us. Good thing that did
not come off.
I recall attending the European Allied
Forces Track and Field Championships September 7, 8 1946 at the Berlin
Olympic Stadium, the very stadium where Jessie Owens embarrassed Hitler
by winning track and field medals.
I also spent a lot of my weekends on the
infamous Wansee boating. Infamous because of the “Wansee Protocol”
or better known as “The Final Solution”. It is hard to imagine that
the Nazis chose such a serene area for drafting this unspeakable act.
After my discharge in October 1946 I enlisted
with the Armored Cavalry Reserves in Queens New York for three years.
I wanted to re-up but my fiancée, Shirley, talked me out of it. Good
thing, the unit was called up to serve in Korea.
Shirley and I were married August 27, 1950,
we had two daughters, Cindy and Lynn, and now three grandchildren.
Our daughter, Cindy and her family went to Berlin January 2000, and will
stay until August 2001. Her husband has an assignment there with
the pharmaceutical company that he works for.
My wife, Shirley died after 50 years of
marriage in February 2001. I re-married in 2005 to my neighbor
Rhonda, who is 25 years younger then I. How lucky can one get.
I am also busy trying to contact some old
buddies before all time runs out.