Facebook and being a brat (Army brat)

If you know me well, you know that I have a slight addiction to Facebook. I enjoy seeing what everyone's up to, playing the games, taking the quizzes and just visiting with people via cyber space. I have a ton of friends, and yes I do know all of them, but mostly it's family or people I know from church or college or my awesome message board sisters. But lately I've been so blessed to be reconnected to some unbelievably special people from my youth. First Karyl popped up. Karyl was my best friend during the first few years of high school. She and I had many growing up experiences together and her family was so precious to me. Her brother even drove up from Virginia to Maryland to take me to the prom because I was too shy to make any real relationships with anyone when I moved back to Maryland from Hawaii. Karyl and I spent many, many nights wandering downtown Honolulu finishing up with a movie after which one of our moms would pick us up. Needless to say, we had some interesting experiences that way. Then after we all came back to the mainland, we spent several Saturday afternoons exploring Washington DC. Even walked down the steps of the Washington Monument once. DC is still one of my favorite places to visit.
So, Karyl and Sandy (her mom) popped up awhile back. Then today I was greeted with a friend request from a name that sounded familiar but I couldn't place right off until I saw his picture. KURT!! When I was in 2nd-4th grade, my dad was stationed in Augsburg, Germany. From what I've been told, I was a bit of a snot back then. I, of course, don't remember that. But Kurt and Mark were single GI's who adopted me as a niece or sister or what have you and it made me feel so special. I thought they were so smart and so neat. And they spoiled me. My fondest memories involve train trips to Munich and water guns.
I don't think that people that are raised in a more stable, non-nomadic lifestyle can really appreciate the few sharp memories of childhood that many Army brats have. It's hard to keep things straight in your mind when you're constantly picking up and moving to the next place. Don't misunderstand even a little bit, though. I am proud of my Army Brat status. And though I didn't marry a serviceman, Chris is almost as patriotic and proud of our soldiers as I am. And I'm proud to be an Army sister and I'd be proud if any of my children decided to join up.
Here are a few "You know you're a military brat when. . ." that fit me to a tee.

...all your former very best friends are as long gone as your last move.
...answer the question "where are you from" with "I'm kinda from all over the place."
...are able to imitate others' speech patterns easily.
...are amazed at people who have never left their hometown.
...are amazed at people who have who have never seen foreign currency.
...are amazed at people who think Frankfurt is a some kind of hot dog.
...are brought to tears by military music.
...do not understand why many of your friends are afraid to be in an airplane.
...don't believe it when someone tells you they never left their hometown.
...don't really know how to answer the question "what is your home town".
...don't remember the names of your childhood friends.
...enjoy seeing guys in fatigues on city streets.
...get frustrated when others talk about going to their hometown to see old friends, teachers, etc.
...have been hit on at the young age of 13 by men in uniform.
...hear the sound of freedom when military aircraft fly by while civilians complain about the noise.
...most of your Scout camping equipment had US instead of BSA/GSA stamped on it.
...start a major portion of your conversations with "when I was in...
...the oldest friend you have is from your senior year of high school.

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  1. I LOVE IT!!!! They fit me too. I am broud to be an ARMY Brat and Sister!

  2. Miss Tina,
    You are also blessed by your mother and father (as you are a blessing to them)!

    And your brother is keeping up the tradition - Army, MI (I was also MI) and...? Gonna try to get him into the 75th, I am...
    Bright Blessings in this beautiful Spring time,
    Uncle "Ranger" Jim

  3. Only thing to say is AIRBORNE!! I love ya Bear!! "Ranger" Jim isn't going to get me into 75th, don't worry.

  4. I in no way meant to leave out how proud I am and have always been of my Army dad and Army wife (toughest job in the army) mom. I hope they know how grateful I am for the sacrifice of their time and lifestyle to this amazing country. And how grateful I am to them for raising me in that tradition. Love you both!

  5. Wow! I just started following your blog, and I'm rolling through the old posts, and wow. You hit so much of Army life on the tee! (Army wife is the toughest job in the Army!)
    Just want to say again, so glad I found you in High School and now that I'm an adult!
    DC memories rock!
    Hope to see ya soon.