Quote: Quote: YOU MIGHT BE A ARMY BRAT IF....... *explaining to non-Army Brat how it was to move every 3 years.

Quote: ....you were one of six military brats in a high school of several hundred in the deep south in 1963 ..... and you wept when President Kennedy was killed, and the other students cheered ...after all they had been taught to hate what he was trying to do for integration. It was your first lesson in the difference in how you saw the world compared to your civilian schoolmates--and how it set you apart from them.

Quote: went to a differnt school every two or three years. my record was three in one year. tim harwell

Quote: Quote: . . . you rememember having K or C Rations around the house in case of emergencies, or WW III. My father retired in 1954 after 24 years in the Navy. I spent 14 of those years traveling around the country with him. I have an accent, it's southern, only because I moved to the south when I was fourteen and all my father's family is southern. When I go to Hawaii, which is where my mother is from, I sometimes lapse into that accent and if I am around my cousins on that side of the family I find myself combining the two. I had to remember after he retired that the deck was the floor and the bulkhead was the ceiling and these were civilians. I remember WWII better than most because my daddy was transferred to Pearl Harbor in 1943 and since my Mother was from there we finally got passage there. I remember newsreels, gedunks and the PX. We always lived near a military base and I had an ID until I was 22. My Mother had the opportunity to go to Barksdale AFB last year in order to get a Military ID because they were changing her Medical coverage. She said she had plenty of time. I decided to get it over with. I am glad I did because two weeks later 9/11 changed the country. I can remember getting on that base with just my father's DD214. I was surprised that the sentry didn't ask for driver's licence or her ID or the letter telling her to get an ID. In my day it took an act of congress to get on a military base. My favorite TV show is JAG. And, I can still remember telling my son to hit the sack. He learned what the head was from his grandfather. It was great while it lasted.