Porter Wagner died Sunday. He wrote and sang The Green Green Grass of Home. When we were stationed in Turkey in 1965-1968, that was my favorite song. It was my first time out of the US. I was young and stayed home sick.
When we went to the movies, they played the national anthem and showed pictures of the states. They always showed great pictures of Florida.
We were stationed in Adana, Turkey which is a very backward area. The base maintained a bus for transportation to and from the base. We lived in an apartment complex that housed all Americans.
But it was close to the Mediterranean Sea. The base maintained a fuel depot there on the Mediterranean. We were allowed to visit on the week-ends, sleep on the beach and go swimming.
We combed through old ruins of castles on the tops of mountains. These ruins were in their natural state. Occasionally a few gypsy's would be found in the ruins. We were a stone's throw from Cyprus and Israel.
I should not have been so lonesome. There was so much to see. But when you are young it is hard to appreciate these things.
But Guyk, loving history like he does, went to the library and did a lot of reading on the area.
But you can't go back. The Turkey that we knew no longer exits. And our bodies will not allow us to climb mountains any more.