MAURO PHOTOS
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Ferris Barracks pages are supported more by the one’s stationed there than any other kaserne.
My father was stationed here in 1959-1961. He would have been a Captain and his name was Richard S Schott. He was killed in Vietnam as a Lt.Col in 1972. My family and I are working on compiling a history and would appreciate hearing from anyone who served with or under him.
Thanks
SUSAN D SCHOTT
susanschott26@gmail.com
I was stationed at Ferris Barracks from March 1978-July 1979, having transferred into the 2nd Platoon, 630th MP Co, 793d MP Bn as a Spec4. It was a lot different than my 18 months in Ansbach … no general officer, so we never pulled front gate duty or flag detail in front of the 1st AD HQ! As Military Police, we tended to hang out at a bar called Oeder’s, which unfortunately burned down not too long after I ETS’d.
I was the firsts/only female MP assigned to the 630th; however our sister unit, the 501st MP Co, had a number of women who worked road patrol, desk sergeant, and MPI/CID. The only negative thing was that the barracks for women were on the opposite side of the post from the platoon’s barracks for men as well as our office/day room. I finally bought myself a car to save myself the long walk over there and back. At times I had to go there as many as four times a day. At that time the women’s barracks were over crowded and we were sandwiched into a single room with FOUR women all on different shifts.
I wrote a letter to the Stars & Stripes about the situation, and it was resolved the day it was printed. The newspaper kept my name off the letter, but specified the location as Erlangen. There was quite a witch hunt for the author, but I never told anybody … not even my best friend or my boyfriend (another MP) at that time. In fact, us four stayed in the same single room because one girl was set to move out the next week and I was heading home within a month. So I never got caught out on that escapade.
One of the things I remember fondly is watching M*A*S*H* in the day room every week. Also, while I was there, the broadcast the Super Bowl live for the first time. Word had it that there wasn’t a single crime in USAREUR that night. Hard to say if it was that the potential hoodlums were watching the games or the fact that the MP’s were all in the station or in the barracks watching live football that night.
I was there from 82 to84