Hessisch-Oldendorf Air Station, or Hess, was a plot of ground on the north slope of a saxon hillside, about 25 miles southwest of Hanover in what was then, West Germany. It was far removed from the "Little America" that existed in places like Ramstein-Kaiserslautern or Frankfurt. It was populated by what I've referred to as the "truck driving air force" people who worked on fog-shrouded mountains and trained in the mud for a conflict that mercifully never happened. It was a place where your boots were bloused and Air Force blue was a rare sight.
For all that Hess was, today it is a fading memory in the minds of most. The facility was closed in 1990 and now outside of it's street grid, few artifacts exist pointing to its existence. There are young adults in the town who have lived their entire lives without hearing the rumble of M-35s lumbering down Lang Strasse. What they do know, they've learned from parents or older family members who lived with, worked or played with, or possibly even loved the young Americans who were posted to their town. For those of us who were there though, it was the time of our lives.
Hess is gone, but it will live on as long as we remember it. For me now, Memories of Hess conjure up the imagery in Sting's "Fields of Gold".