I was probably 12 or 13 before I realized that I wasn't exactly as much an officer and a gentleman as my dad.
Seems like this article has some kind of questionable explanations. Use of the word ‘brat’ as slang for a child seems to go back at least to the 1500s, far beyond the proposed origins mentioned in this piece.
Yep. Born on the SF Presidio at the (old) Letterman Hospital.
I was born at Fort Riley, Kansas. Two of my little Army Brats were born in two different States and one was born overseas.
I have always taken pride in being an Army Brat, as do my children.
“Son of a gun” apparently is a derogatory term that comes from the saying “Son of a gunner” ie military- navy I think- who would come to shore and have flings, and leave- the woman would get pregnant, and the son would be a ‘son of a gunner’
Not sure if htis is true- but heard it years ago-
Here's my photo collection of military life in the Territory of Hawaii.
https://www.flickr.com/photos/kamaaina56/albums/72157603885690963
Army Brat 1st Class (ret.) here ;-)
1953 - 1967.
Sixteen different schools, between the ages of 5 and 14.
I wouldn’t trade my military childhood for the world. It was a wonderful community to grow up in.
I was born on one and lived on them until my dad retired when I was 14.
A great place to be a kid.
Interacting as a substitute teacher in an overseas DOD school with the “brats” may have been a factor behind my wife encouraging me to leave active duty as early as possible. Of course, no substitute teacher ever has it easy taking over a class. I went to college and ROTC with a few “brats” and had no issues with them at that age.
Navy bases.
Born in Wichita Falls, brother born at Tripler, went to 10 different schools by the time I graduated.
Not sure it made me a better or stronger person, but constantly being the new kid at school does teach a few scrapping skills.
I broke the family tradition and did a stent in the Navy and waited to have kids until I left the service.
There were a number of military brats attending my high school. It was my interactions with them that made me decide a 20 year military career was not for me. Instead, I did six years in the Marine Corps and almost 26 more years in the Guard. This allowed me to have the best of both worlds...active duty status as a foundation and a Guard career that allowed me to be where I wanted to be and not where the military wanted me to be.
I was a corporate brat.
I have always found it interesting that there are many who take exception to the term, but most who do were never military dependents.
Most of us who were, wear it as somewhat a badge of honor!
Also, family history is that when my dad's ship, the carrier TICONDEROGA, had a family day, I had my diapers changed on the flight deck ...
Air Force Brat checking in.
5 states and 3 foreign countries before my 13th birthday. Experiences that I treasure and believe contributed to making me who I am today. Loved my times overseas living as a ‘minority’, the American military kid in town.
Came from my mom as well - she was one.
“Brats wear the name like a badge of honor”
IT IS!
I was born at Trippler Army Hospital on Oahu, in the Hawaiian Territories. Dad was stationed at Kaneohe Marine Air Station.
Every three years our dad was reassigned and the family moved, which then corresponded with another baby. Cherry Point, El Toro, Kaneohe, and back to Cherry Point.
In Jan 65 he was shipped to Vietnam and the family finally settled down. They didn’t have base housing for us in Chulai. :)
We proudly carried the badge of honor of being a military family, and each of us contributed our dues. We were particularly proud that dad served in WWII, Korea and Vietnam.
My dues was in not really getting to know my own father until I was 10 years old. I’ll never forget the feeling of loss when I turned 18 years old and had to surrender my military ID card. It actually felt like a rejection, since as far as I was concerned I was a Marine just like my dear old dad. Had I not been a tough little Leatherneck I’ve have cried! :) Between my mother and father, and their six children... we were a family of 8 United States Marines. Always have been... always will be. Semper Fi!
Navy brat 1954 to 1968... longest stay in one place ....Rio De Janeiro Brasil