Posted on 04/17/2017 10:53:31 AM PDT by carolinablonde
We’ve all heard the term “military brat” before. It pertains to those children who grew up in military families. “Brats” wear the name like a badge of honor, often because of the moves, stressors and cultural experiences that make them more resilient than their civilian counterparts.
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Most of us who were, wear it as somewhat a badge of honor!
Quite so.
My son grew up an Army brat. By the time he was a teenager I was confident he could be set down anywhere in the world and find his way home.
It’s a difficult life for dependents but it is an invaluable experience. No snowflakes :).
It made him into a man who can handle everything life throws at him and still come out on top.
Came from my mom as well - she was one.
Born in Wichita Falls
I was also born in Wichita Falls
“Brats” wear the name like a badge of honor”
IT IS!
My dad was there in the Horse Cavalry days.
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!
My Dad was with the old Horse Cavalry at Ft. Bliss, Tx. He soon will be 100 years old. After the Cavalry, he joined the Army Air Core, Then the Air Force. He served 26 years. We lived all over the world and many states. Proud of my Dad and proud to be a “Brat”.
Navy brat 1954 to 1968... longest stay in one place ....Rio De Janeiro Brasil
That’s an amazing photo collection. Thank you for posting the link!
I sent the link to my siblings. Dad was stationed at Kaneohe from 58-61, and I was born at Trippler. My older siblings have many fond memories of living in Hawaii.
Yep.
I would leave the house after breakfast, come home for lunch and then in time for supper. My days were spent with friends roaming all over the base.
And the housing area was the best thing ever. Literally, every house had at least one child, usually 2 or 3. That meant hundreds of potential friends within a short walking distance.
In the summer, the neighborhoods were like a playground, teeming with kids.
>>I had my diapers changed on the flight deck ...
I’m sure a few Squid pilots could say the same. :)
Of course, the quality of accommodations varied greatly from base to base.
I remember moving from a nice house and walking into the new one and thinking, “Oh, HECK, no.”
But, sure enough, in a few weeks it was home and I was used to it. I’ve always since been quite comfortable living anywhere.
I went to three different junior high schools in three different states.
It was brutal.
British Regiment Attached Traveler: Daughter of the Regiment.
Ha, same here, Ft Lewis/Tacoma born, was on a lot of other bases til Pops retired in VA.
My guess is because they are always having to move and always having to start a new school, they have to fight a lot until they fit in. I always liked army kids. Preacher’s kids are supposed to be brats too.
My Mom was a “Military Brat”. My grandfather was career Army Officer. One of the most incredible duty stations was Beirut, Lebanon (once the Paris of the Mediterranean). I also joined the Army and was stationed in Germany. The best times of my life outside of the threat of the Russians and Warsaw Pact invasion lol.
Wow. That was back a ways.
What years was your dad there, if you don't mind me asking?
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