Any BRATS out there? You know – right?
Each Labor Day, I post an image like this one – for my Dad – because I truly appreciate the service that people like my father have given to our country. Like many, I grew up in the military lifestyle. I am a BRAT. I spent my youth travelling from base to base – changing schools – always the new kid. I learned how to talk to anybody – but I learned that it was dangerous to really get attached to anyone – either I, or they, would be leaving soon. There are people from my youth that even Google can’t find. I have no idea where in the world they are… (Pablo… you out there, Man?)
Do I miss it? Yes.
I’m so grateful for the experience that time gave me. Even now – when I cross paths with other brats, we have an instant bond. We don’t come from the same “home town in Iowa”. Our “home town” is the whole world. But we share that.
I tell people that when I turned 18, instead of joining the military, that’s when I left. I say it in a joking manner, but under that is a strong bond with that life. I’m proud of it. Those were the most important formative years of my life. And I wouldn’t change them for anything.