Now that I'm older. I'm remembering how things were when I used to live on base and realizing that I miss some of the noises that happen. Not bad noises. Just noises that you wouldn't think of until a picture sparks your memory or the sound of something. I had one of those revelations yesterday. I was standing in line at a grocery store. I remember when I was little and my parents were shopping at a commissary, everyone had to stand in one line at the check out area. Then when the next cashier was available they would hit there button and an audible male voice would say, "Next Please". The next person would then move to their lane. The lane's light would be flashing and sometime there was someone who worked at the store helping assisting the customer to the next available lane. The lane had each a cashier and a bager. The bager's job was to bag your grocery, help carry them to your car in a special cart, and help unload them to your car. The cart reminded me of a dolly looking cart. You were expected to tip the bager after they unloaded your groceries.
I also was remember watching my Dad salute to a special trumpet song that would play at a certain time while on base. I remembering the time being somewhere between 5-6pm (I just googled it..It was 5pm). No matter where any soldier were, they were to stop their car. Even if is in the middle of a traffic circle while driving (In which in one case it was for us). All the soldiers had to get out of their vehicle and salute the flag. It is out of respect that the soldiers do this.
Just a few things that come to mind.
