Home was the bottom floor of a converted barracks in nearby Westover Field in Massachusettes.

Dad volunteered to participate in the Berlin Air Lift.
As an NCO and participant in the peacetime occupational force, my mother and brothers would be allowed to go with him as dependants.

The Allied Forces had partitioned off Germany into four sectors of control: USA, England, France and the USSR. Berlin, the old seat of power, was further divided into the same four sectors.
The Soviets, wreaking revenge on the hated Germans, cordoned off their sector, East Berlin, and refused to allow any of the other allies to cross their line to bring humanitarian aid to the cold and starving Berliners.

Berlin had been decimated by prolonged bombing and the horrible battle that ensued as the Russians advanced on the defending remants of the German Army. Hundreds of thousnds of Germans and Russians died in the Battle for Berlin.

There was no infrastructure left. No clean water, coal, food, roads or rail, medicine, sewage treatment, factories, materials or means. They lived in the rubble, sick, cold and starving to death.
The only way to bring food and supplies into the US sector was by air.

Templehof Airport in West Berlin was in the US sector, but had a very narrow air corridor through the Soviet sector. The Russians threatened to shoot down any plane straying from that corridor into Soviet held territory.

Ike wasn't about to let the Russians starve all those people to death and proposed an operation Called "Operation Vittles", that came to be called, "The Berlin Airlift".

Run from air bases in US occupied Germany, an endless stream of food, coal and supplies flew down that narrow corridor in C47's and C54's, almost nose to tail. The Russian threat was never far from the minds of the all the GI's and their families.
The German people who lived through it, never forgot the courage and humanity of the Americans who came to their aid.