Showing posts with label military life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label military life. Show all posts

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Military BRATS

April is the month of the military child. Here are some funny insights to the fun, sometimes crazy & adventurous life our kids (and us) lead.

Enjoy!
You know you are a military brat if you . . .
. . . are amazed at people who have never left their hometown or have lived in the same place for more than 3 years.
. . . answer the question "where are you from" with "I'm kinda from all over the place."
. . . are able to imitate others' speech patterns easily.
. . . always wish you were back at the last place you were stationed even 20 years later.
. . . are initially confused when asked where you are from, and answer "I was born in TX but we moved here from CA and before that we lived in FL."
. . . can call up actual memories of a country while you're in geography class.
. . . cannot speak the language of the country in which you were born.
. . . can still convert foreign currency in your head.
. . can talk to anyone and everyone from anywhere and everywhere.
. . . find that everywhere you go, you see someone you went to school with.
. . . are brought to tears by military music.
. . . know the words and tune to military march songs.
. . . meet another military brat sometime somewhere and are instantly bonded.
. . . can identify ranks and duty stations by the stickers on a car's bumper or windshield.
. . . conceal your father's rank because once people find out he has stars they'll never treat you the same.
. . knew the rank and name of the kid next door's father before meeting the kid next door.
. . . remember that every room you've ever had was stark white and you couldn't put nail holes in the walls.
. . . . didn't save things so you wouldn't go over the weight allowance of the next move.
. . . had your introductory speech prepared and memorized for your first day at a new school.
. . . feel more at home on a military base than in town even though you've been a civilian for 26 years.
. . hear the sound of freedom when military aircraft fly by, while civilians complain about the noise.
. . . had classes interrupted by the roar of an entire wing of jets taking off in pairs
. . . feared turning 21 because they would take your ID card away.
. . . at age 22 are trying to find someone in the military to marry so you can get a new I.D. card.
. . . don't feel quite right seeing military personnel younger than you.
. . . enjoy seeing guys in fatigues on city streets because it makes you feel "at home".
. . get nostalgic when seeing O.D. Green or Navy Dungarees.
. . . feel more comfortable living near a military base and get bummed-out when a base gets closed.
. . . get the itch to move every 3-4 years and forever feel like the outsider in the civilian world.
. . . give someone a break because they are in the military.
. . . are going to a grocery store but call it the commissary.
…you go into culture shock upon returning to the States.
. . . graduated from a high school that you only attended for a year.
. . . had a supply of C-Rations or MRE’s that you traded with your friends.
. . . had Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners in a mess hall.
. . . had a job delivering the Stars and Stripes.
. . . thought it was normal to have the newspaper editorial staff's names include their military ranks.
. . . have been asked just where in New York APO is.
. . . have to explain that being born in Germany does not make you German.
. . . have USAA as your insurance company.
. . . keep bumping into people all over the world who know friends that you haven't seen in years.
. . . have siblings who were born in various foreign lands or U.S. states.
. . . panic when you can't find your ID or passport.
. . . put your hand over your heart at 5 p.m. knowing the flag was coming down. . . somewhere.
. . . feel the need to stand up and recite the national anthem at the start of movies.
. . . remember being able to watch the Super Bowl or World Series live on TV at 2 am.
. . . start a major portion of your conversations with "when I was in. . .
. . . thought all pens had "US Government" printed on them.

Our son & his friends April 2007. This was his farewell party at NAS Lemoore, CA.

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