My father was in the US Army and stationed here in 1971-72, courtesy of NATO. I was 12 years old and in the seventh grade, and went to school in downtown Izmir. There was no formal base/post, so all facilities associated with the military (housing, commissary, hospital, recreation, etc.) was intermixed within and around the city. Since that was years ago, this arrangement might be different now. My family and I lived in an apartment on Atatürk Caddesi, a main road running the perimeter of the harbor, across from a restaurant built on a short pier over the beautiful waters edging on the Agean Sea. Muslims were the indiginous peoples, but the landscape was peppered with Christian history, to which they had a profound respect for. I thoroughly enjoyed living there, the adventure will forever standout in my mind’s eye, and would gladly take the opportunity to revisit the area if I could afford it.