Personal Narrative: Colonel Weafer Service

The Chief of Staff at the Wiesbaden Community, Colonel Weafer, owned a lovely home in Leavenworth that he wanted to rent. He also had a connection with the housing office that could get us a statement of unavailability on the post so we could rent off the post. We arrived at a beautiful home and arranged for our household goods delivery. We had three shipments; one from Germany, whole baggage waiting for delivery, and a storage shipment from my mother’s house in Phoenix. Most of our valuable positions asked Mom to hold because we didn’t trust to 3-year non-climate controlled storage. Transportation notified us there was an undetermined amount of damage, and the delivery arrived in two gigantic wooden crates on the back of a flatbed truck. The workers unloaded the first one, and we didn’t find any

The second held a beautiful $3,000 18th century Henredon desk, our brand new Henredon couch, and chairs. When they opened the crate, and we looked in; it was like seeing death. The couch was lying on top of the desk, which had no longer had legs, with chairs scattered around, and piled like cordwood. I thought I was going to be sick. They finished unloading the crate and laid the pieces out in the living room and dining room. We documented the damage and turned in a claim form, which required original pricing. The claims representative said: “Your filing a false claim is a felony, and there are a couple of officers in Leavenworth Prison for doing that.” I assured her this claim was legitimate! I was angry, scared and distraught because I knew we would not