2006 Ah.... Cordon Bleu Schnitzel mit Brotkartoffel und eine Pils.  It is no small wonder I left Hardheim a little heavier than when I arrived.  This picture was taken at a local Gasthaus in Hardheim (the name escapes me at the moment - but I do remember it was POSTED when I was a soldier).  The local folks there were very happy to see an American back in town and several Schnapps were bought to renew the friendship.   Certainly beats the what the Mess Hall would churn out most of the time, although I must admit I did grow fond of SOS and holiday meals.   (Photo Bullington)

2006 City Shild.  Not sure if you recognize this little landmark.  It resides behind the Rathaus near that old well / fountain on the ground (near the walk-bridge).   I thought it was kind of neat, so I snapped a photo.   If you'll recall - this was very near the "fountain" where many Americans had apartments.  Right across the street resided a lovely lady named Frau Schell - who would sell us the occasional bottle of wine and let us use her telephone to call home to the United States!     (Photo - Bullington)

2006 Does anyone remember this little rest stop?  This cross stands at the very base of the roadway leading back up to the hill from Hardheim proper.  Many a soldier has stopped along the way to rest before tackling the cobblestone climb back up to the Kaserne (myself included).    Back when I was there, there were no homes in the background - just trees.   (Photo - Bullington)

2006 One of the landmarks of Hardheim - the Badgerhof (and yes, I know I misspelled it - but that was the way we said it).  I once got invited to the Stammtisch there and made the mistake of ringing the little bell - but what is a round of bier for my friends at the "regulars" table?  I remember they had really good onion soup - but my favorite place to fill up had to be the White Horse or Engels.   During my period in Hardheim (~ 1980 - 1981) the place to be after a good meal (usually the White Horse, Badgerhof, or the Pilschanker) was either the Batu Disco (Hardheim)  or the Night Fever Disco (Hoppfingen) where we could drink a few brews, play some pin-ball, dance with some local girls, and wait for Sgt Purdue (who used to DJ) to play Sun of Jamacia (our version of Good Night Ladies) telling us it was time to close.     (Photo - Bullington)