Fort
Sam Houston originated in 1845 when the Post at San Antonio was established in
the Alamo City.
After
the Civil War, the Army began to move out of the city onto land donated by the
City of San Antonio. In 1876, the construction of the Quadrangle began and the
Quartermaster Depot moved into it in 1877. The garrison moved into tents west
of the Quadrangle in 1879 and the Headquarters moved in 1881. The Post at San
Antonio continued to expand with the addition of the Infantry Post in the
1880s. It was designated as Fort Sam Houston in 1890 and expanded again in 1905
with the Cavalry and Light Artillery Post. These areas, plus the New Post of
the 1930s, constitute the largest collection of historic buildings in the
Department of Defense (800+) and form the Fort Sam Houston National Historic
Landmark.
Located
in the heart of San Antonio, the post is the birthplace of military aviation
and saw the development of the concept of airborne operations. The post evolved
into the “Home of Army Medicine” after World War II and into the “Home of
Military Medicine” with the establishment of the Medical Education and Training
Campus in 2010.
I love old post cards!
Geronimo 1829-1909
In 1905 Geronimo published his autobiography, and that same year he received a private audience with President Theodore Roosevelt, unsuccessfully pressing the American leader to let his people return to Arizona. He was never allowed to return to his homeland and in the end regretted surrendering, wishing he had fought to the death.
The Post Chapel
Edge of parade field
Fort Sam Theatre
Barracks
More Barracks
The row of historic Officer's homes is quite impressive.
The Grandkids also loved the war machines on display.
Another old post card.
Before 9/11, a city street ran through the center of the post. Within a day or two after the attack, the street was barricaded and remains so to this day.
Fort Sam Houston National Cemetery on Memorial Day
I lived within a half block of Fort Sam for seven years and occasionally late in the evening
I would hear the eerie sound of Taps being played on a bugle...slow, clear, and beautifully. I never knew why or who it was for but a wave of sadness always accompanied it.
Fort Sam Houston National Cemetery on Memorial Day
I lived within a half block of Fort Sam for seven years and occasionally late in the evening
I would hear the eerie sound of Taps being played on a bugle...slow, clear, and beautifully. I never knew why or who it was for but a wave of sadness always accompanied it.

















































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