..... we will really miss the carefree days, and the gypsy in our souls will be restless for a long time to follow....        

                                                                           Peg Williams

My mother never liked you. My dad didn't trust you either. The thought of you leaving in June, for God knows where, frightens me.  From a 1969 Year Book

....all my memories of  Lakenheath are so very close to my heart. My first love was my best love and he still is today. Not many of us can mutually share the Lancer experience, I feel blessed that we can. Don and I have had a great 35 years together and many wonderfull moments in between, but we often find ourselves retracing those steps to and from the Day Room.

Email Rcvd 11-15-1999

I learned early in life

Not to make plans too far in advance

My mother was a military wife

We had just moved to France

A new Language to learn

A place so distant from home

I just learned French for, " Where is the next turn."

Now we have orders for Rome

Packing up the stuff, marking the boxes

The Coliseum was a lot of fun

Dad said something about Hounds and Foxes

I can hardly wait to see the Tower Of London

The change of seasons

The change of  address

For military reasons

Yet another move, May God Bless

England, Spain, Cuba, Morocco

Germany, Denmark, Korea, Iran

Asia, Africa any where my family would go

You could find me in America or Japan...

Educated everywhere and world smart for sure

We are travelers, vagabonds, with no regret

A life of  memories that will endure

I Stay Excited, I will Never Forget

Many Moves by Frank Kelley

I  had the GREAT pleasure of being a Lakenheath student and graduate (1975).

My first Lakenheath experience began in 1966 as a 4th grade student in a quonset hut but so was 5th grade, and 6th!  Oh boy, Feltwell Junior High for 7th grade...that long bus ride, the gym was a hangar (cold in winter and summer!).  My father rotated back to the United States in 1971 and I was terrified.  I was a stranger in a strange land.

I was unique.  My experiences of being an Air Force Brat colored my whole outlook about stateside living. We moved to a small, upstate New York town where I went to a civilian public school for the first time in my life!  Although I was much better prepared academically I was so protected and naive of the great big world around me.

My father then volunteered for Vietnam.  My world changed dramatically.

I thanked God and my dad the day we received our orders to return to Lakenheath in 1973.  I was going home...to friends, to family, to the landscape that I knew!  Hardly a stellar student, but felt so much a part of the fabric of Lakenheath which had changed from 1966 to 1973 as much as I had changed.  But Lakenheath was still home to me.  Now, 26 years later, I am the 'unofficial' president of our ever-growing  1970's era Alumni Association.  (Don't get me started on how difficult it has been to find people)  We have had 4 terrific "GRAND" reunions (1970-1979 classes and a few '80's and '60's) and each time is better than the time before.

`Is there anything else you'd like to know?  I'd be happy to tell you!

Wendy Bailey class of 1975

Submitted for publication in JET48, an RAF Lakenheath publicaion.    03-08-2002

"Oh boy, a hot shower!" It's so relaxing -- if you happen to have a vault door on the shower doorway. Expect anything from cold water to cameras! And what ever you do, DON'T leave your underwear in one spot! By the time you find them, you won't have time to get them thawed out before school.

                                                     Terry Pulliam     Lancer Log June 1964 Vol 4

On June 5, 1964 I will close the door to room 21 for the last time. I'll see three bare beds, 12 empty drawers, a coat hanger or two on the floor, and a room full of memories that will never be forgotten.........

Bill Henebray

The tethered bonds of memories past, I cherish them all!

If we were to meet again, would you remember when we kissed for the first time?

David Robinson