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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I’m pretty sure it was in the early 40’s. There is a famous photo of a group of Cavalrymen charging across a local beach. He is in there somewhere.
I’m pretty sure it was in the early 40’s. There is a famous photo of a group of Cavalrymen charging across a local beach. He is in there somewhere.
Moved 6 times by the time I finished HS (and 14 times thereafter...) Great memories!
I was born in Landstuhl, Germany U.S. Army Hospital, 1952. I have a German birth certificate which has been a pain in my butt my whole life, having to prove I’m a U.S. citizen on many occasions. My father was Army, my brother was Army, my daughter was Army, but I’m the black sheep of the family for choosing Air Force.
My brother was born in a Bavarian Army hospital. My grandfather, a WWI vet, insisted that he be naturalized.
He was afraid the Huns some day might try and draft him.
Wow..Thats a lot..Only 12 for me from 5 to 17 years of age.. It was a great childhood !!
Ditto - Griffiss AFB in Rome, NY was an amazing place to be an elementary school kid. 10 schools in 12 years, Pakistan and Venezuela thrown in for good measure. I’ve only been without some color of ID card for 6 years of my life (between graduating college and entering active duty as an AF JAG). 6 years active, 24 reserves. Wouldn’t trade it for the world. Call me a brat!
Colonel, USAFR (ret)
Army brat from birth until HS graduation. Mostly up and down the east coast with 7 yrs in Germany. During senior year, signed up myself and was in at 17(2nd day in the Army was my 18th birthday). Between my life as an Army brat, my time in, and after retirement, I wouldn’t trade the experience for the world.
But...but...that's RACIST! < /sarc >
Best times were in Troop 88, BSA. Having a supply sergeant as Scout Master had some benefits. Our neckerchief had the SAC emblem ... went all the way up to the Secretary of the Air Force for approval.
Best breakfast I ever had was at the mess hall in the Azores. Anyone know what branch I should thank?
My first 16 years of life were spent as an Air Force brat.
Living on Otis AFB, Cape Cod, MA, during the Kennedy years was an experience unmatched.
First, it was The Cuban Missile Crisis, with a multi-star general, who stood six-by-six to me, telling us it would be easier ‘to look at the bright light’, than hide and wait for daddy to find us.
Second, not too much later, was the Kennedy assassination, and funeral. Since Otis AFB was JFK’s ‘homebase’, and I was lucky to meet him while visiting my dad at the ‘Base Ops’ office, My dad, his crew, and I really took it hard.
I was born in the base hospital at March Field, Riverside CA and lived and traveled all over the US and Europe. I started at a new school sometimes more than once a year and had to learn to dance lightly on my feet and fit in quickly. I know during one stretch we lived in 13 locations in 10 years.
It wasn't until my dad retired to a "civilian" community and I went to school with kids who, in some cases, had never left the town they were born in, that I realized I was a little different than others but not in a bad way.
I had more and varied experiences in different locations than most kids in classes had. I had already traveled throughout Europe and North Africa by the time I was in middle school. I believe it helped me with my confidence at that young age and helped in my school lessons and activities.
I had learned to adapt to new environments and circumstances quickly and saw that as normal. That ability to handle change regularly has served me well in my life.
And I "blame" it on being a military brat. "-)
AF brat. 4 years in Japan (Yakota), 4 in the UK (RAF Upper Heyford), all over the US. Ended up in DC area. I tried to enlist but was on asthma meds, a showstopper. Got into computers. First clearance at 17, TS filed the day I turned 18, TS/EBI 2 years later. Spent most of the 80s in the black world.
Grandson #2 was born at Fort Riley also, on a cold early February morning. We stayed at a motel in Manhattan. It was 10 below that day - we appreciated the heated seats in our rental car. :-)
Funny story about that birth. Both my daughter and son-in-law were with the Big Red One. On the day she went into labor, she had to bring herself to the Army hospital because he was out in the field. At admittance, the lady kept asking her who was her sponsor. "I am" she said. "No, dear, I have to put down your husband's name." My daughter was in uniform and assumed that was a sufficient clue for the clerk. She kept pointing to what she had on. Eventually the lady got it. "Oh! She smiled," and admitted her. I guess there weren't too many couples at Fort Riley where both were in the military.
me too. 1953.
born at the presidio. but spent 3 years in ft ord. 61-64. dad worked at the hospital there
my dad worked at landstuhl hospital from 64-66. 6th-8th grade for me.
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