Here is the anticipated documentary about us, the military brats! I hope you enjoy it and will share with your friends and families. Let's get this turned into a full length documentary! Thank you to everyone for their support and contributions in the creation of this.
Have you ever noticed that it seems like most big changes come all at one time? As a military brat, maybe you don’t even notice anymore. Change for us comes quick and often and eventually you just learn to go with it. You move to a new place, get a new school, make new friends, you have a new house, new room decorations… what happens to all of the old things? Well, some things just fade away. That is not to say letting go ever becomes easier. Just because you are used to the change doesn’t mean that eventually you learn to glide through it like a sharp knife through butter. But no matter what, something does stay with us through every move. The memories and the character you build from each assignment are roots that plant you in each new place, but also get swept along wherever you go.
My Dad was always adamant about capturing our family moments on video. As my sister and I got older, it was admittedly a bit annoying to be filmed brushing our teeth while we got ready for bed… but now those videos are golden. I have a hard time remembering what each place I lived in looked like, or what it felt like to be there. But when I watch these videos, those memories come back to me. All of a sudden I can smell the musty forest that stretched out behind our house in Stafford, VA. I can feel the Wyoming wind burning my cheeks in the winter.
In the past two weeks the flood gates of change have swept through and started pushing me into a new phase of life. One big change is that I will be going from a brat to a spouse, as I just got engaged to a military man… something I swore I’d never do. But I am thrilled, and can’t imagine a more worthwhile way to build a future.
I have also put all those years of video to good use. Last week I launched my new video production company, UpRooted Productions, LLC. The name is symbolic of the military lifestyle. Frequent moves make it difficult to plant roots, but sometimes when you can capture your memories on video, they help you to keep the memories, and find some roots that go wherever you do.
Finally, the documentary, Silent Soldiers, is complete! Tomorrow I will be launching the video at 12 PM on this page as well as on uprootedproductions.com. My goal is to turn this into a full length documentary or a series about military families. Now is where you become very important. The military community is one huge network. I encourage you to share this with all of your friends and family, and help spread the interest. Later this year I will be starting a Kickstarter and will be needing as much support as possible for it to be a success. Additionally, share your stories with me! I want this to be a way to share the story of the military family, and you are the biggest part of that. As always, thank you for your continued support on this venture. Enjoy this teaser for Silent Soldiers and check in tomorrow at 12PM for the online release!
Yet again, I have been on a writing hiatus. I am sorry. Life has been a bit of a whirlwind at the moment. Now that things are calming down, I think the past few weeks make for a great mil-brat blog topic. Transition. Transitions are never easy, but as military brats we become so used to them that we forget just how much we go through during each relocation. Over time, our subconscious forms ways to make it easier on us by building self-defence mechanisms to make the change less emotionally challenging. After 23 years, 13 moves, and leaving countless friends; the book, Third Culture Kids, was finally able to explain to me exactly how I deal with these transitions without even realizing it.
This month I have moved back to the US, bought a car, been applying for jobs, going to a family wedding, and spending time with people I haven’t seen in a while. There has not been much time to think about all the transitioning that has happened. Now that I have had a chance to step back for a couple days and take notice, I’ve learned a lot about myself. In sharing this with you, I’ll be curious to see if you can identify with some of these behaviors.
As I have started making moves on my own, I am beginning to see a pattern in how I say goodbye to one place, and hello to the next. I’m definitely not the best at goodbyes and the weeks that lead up to them. But when it comes to hitting the ground running in a new place, I usually do alright. I have found that I really prosper in new situations and get a lot of joy out of the new possibilities that come along with a new place. Once routine sets in and I get ancy, and then comes the end of the assignment and I go back into transition mode.
What do I mean by transition mode? The book I have been reading, Third Culture Kids, does a great job of outlining different reactions people have to moving. As military kids we will often form self-defense mechanisms to make these transitions easier on ourselves. This is what I do. Right before a transition, I will start picking out little things that bother me about the place I’m in or the people I’m with. I do not consciously do this, but it’s like my subconscious knows I am leaving and it will be an easier transition if I am angry and less attached when I go. What makes things difficult is when there is really nothing to be upset about or ready to leave behind when you go. Other than the rainy weather; England was very hard to say goodbye to. My friends there made the transition difficult. I wasn’t angry with them when I left, and in fact, they showed me so much love and support for entering a new phase of life, that getting on the plane was; well, hard to say the least.
Now that I understand that this is what I do, it is easier for me to control my thoughts and frustrations when I’m getting ready to go. It’s not good to leave somewhere angry, you really want to have nice memories associated with wherever you go. You want to know that even if it wasn’t what you expected, you came out a stronger person because of the people you met and the challenges you faced. There is something to looking at a place through rose-tinted glasses, because when you remember all the positives of previous assignments, your excitement for the next adventure increases. You realize that no matter where you go, there will be great people and interesting things to experience. Sometimes it just takes a little more effort.
There are, of course, other ways in which people deal with transition. I have probably experienced most of them, or could at least identify. One way is called emotional flattening. You might become unable to get very excited or sad about a move because that kind of roller coaster of emotions becomes too exhausting to repeat every two years. An example of this is rather than getting very excited about the new house you will move into, or very sad about the friends you will leave behind, you maintain a constant “in-between” neither excited nor sad.
Another mechanism is by cutting out too early all together. You might know the transition is coming and so rather than sticking it out to the move-out date, you might withdraw from all activities. You realize that there is no future for you there anyway, so what is the point of going to soccer practice anymore?
Not everyone deals with change in the same way, but it might be helpful for you to identify what you do. Now that I know this about myself, I can concentrate on not allowing myself to use these negative and harmful defence mechanisms and instead enjoy each place to the last second. Yes, easier said than done. But I think you will find that your attitude about a move accounts for 90% of the outcome of the new adventure.
What is it like to grow up military? Is it weird to move all the time? Sometimes asking this to a military child is like asking someone who has never moved, is it weird sleeping in the same room for 17 years? For us, life is normal. We are used to the transitions and life on base, so when it is brought up to us that maybe this lifestyle isn’t the norm, we are taken aback.
Growing up, I never thought about how much the Air Force was shaping my identity. Everyone has a “unique” circumstance. Some families have a parent who is a firefighter and works four days and is off three. Some families have only one parent, some have both parents and grandparents living in their house. In Denmark, they have compounds where up to six families live together and work as one singular unit taking care of the kids, doing the cooking, cleaning, etc. We all become accustomed to the way we live and that becomes the “norm”.
During my interviews, I asked a group of teenage mil-brats whether or not they felt different from their civilian friends. All three said they weren’t different. They go to school, participate in clubs and sports and do all of the things their friends do. But then when I asked them to describe living on a base, it struck them a bit. Some things we are used to really aren’t average. Things like singing the national anthem before a movie, having to use an ID card to buy something at the BX, knowing terms like BX, TDY, PCS, and commissary, driving exactly the speed limit in case you get a speeding ticket on base and it’s reported to your parent’s boss…
I always go back to this book, Third Culture Kids, because it has explained things about myself that I never really understood. One phenomenon the book describes is when you go to a new place; people will either become chameleons, or they will try to stick out. The “chameleon” approach is to blend in; adopt the style, observe your peers and do as they do. Those who stick out have a very strong sense-of-self and tend to want to keep their unique traits, sometimes at the expense of being a social outcast.
I definitely identified as a chameleon. Whenever I would go to a new place I would be quiet for the first few weeks until I understood the people around me and then I would come out of the shell. Overtime, this sort of chameleon attitude makes it difficult to figure out what your own identity is. When I went to college I began to realize what I had been doing. There were definitely times I felt very different from my peers and couldn’t quite figure out why. It was because even though I thought my upbringing was normal, it really was quite different from what my friends had experienced. And since I had spent so much time fitting in to new social circles, I never took the time to realize and understand what makes me different.
For example, to this day I try to be careful in saying things like “when I lived in Rhode Island…” because I feel like I am somewhat bragging about the places I lived. But really, that is how I categorize life. First I think about where I was the situation happened, and that helps me to remember how old I was.
One other common theme when I asked mil-brats what their role in the military was, they really didn’t know. To us as kids, we are just doing what we are told. Being military was never a conscious decision, so we don’t tend to think of ourselves as having a “role”. We never realize how much impact we actually have/had. But that doesn’t mean our parents don’t see it.
Without fail, every parent told me that if their children fell apart during a move or deployment, that made the entire thing much more difficult and sometimes impossible. Our positivity, resilience, and pride for our parents is what makes it possible for them to perform well and serve our country. So yes, you as a military child do have an impact, and a big one at that. There is a reason there is a month devoted to everything you do; whether you realize your importance yet or not. So happy month of the military child! Go tell your parents they owe you some ice cream. And enjoy this second teaser for the documentary. This is a bit of my footage from Ramstein Air Base in Germany. Special thanks to the Easton family for all of your help.
As I begin creating my military brat documentary, I am very excited to share the process with you. I’ve only just begun filming, and already it has been incredible. As I mentioned in my earlier post, when I published this blog back in 2015, I never imagined I would even get 20 readers. But the support for both the blog and the documentary has been incredibly humbling.
One of my biggest worries about making a documentary on this topic was that getting approval to film would be a nightmare. On a military installation, you have to be approved to film everything from the airplanes to the gas station. Now add in the fact that I am making the documentary about children… Reasonably, getting permission to do this is difficult. But the people at the base were so enthusiastic and willing to help, that this was a really smooth process.
This kind of support, made me remember one of the things I loved so much about growing up military. Everything is done for a common good, and people genuinely want to help and get involved. The Public Affairs officer that helped me came in on her weekend off and shuttled me around the base to each filming location and interview. Three families invited me into their homes to share their stories. They spoke genuinely and openly about topics that are sometimes difficult, and they did it voluntarily. Remarkable. I only hope that this documentary will do an ounce of justice at showing how amazing these people are.
Along with the support, being on base made me feel right at home. Weird, considering we were never stationed at Lakenheath. But everything right down to the way my hotel room smelled brought back memories of living on base. I was even able to go to the commissary and get American products. Bonus: the challenge coin store had a Purdue coin!! (My fellow Boilers will appreciate that..) Needless to say, this weekend made me extremely nostalgic. This is what I imagine it feels like to go back to your hometown after college once all of your friends have moved away. Because even though things felt familiar, I did not know a single person.
This opportunity is a great blessing; being able to talk with these children and their parents about their personal experiences growing up military. The video I have added is just a short snapshot to keep your interest throughout the process. Stay updated, and please feel free to email me with questions, comments or suggestions!
When you are getting prepared for a job interview, people will tell you to prepare an “elevator pitch”. This is a quick rundown of who you are, why you’re great, and why you would be the best for their company. You should be able to explain it in the time you are in the elevator with the CEO. Likewise, when you are creating a pitch for an idea to a company, they say to make it simple. Because if you can’t explain it simply, you don’t know your idea well enough yourself.
So this is my elevator pitch for my upcoming documentary. It matters because we matter.
The “we” I am referring to is our community of military brats. When I first created this blog, I had so much angst in pressing the publish button. I wondered if anyone really cared to read what I had to say or if it was even an interesting enough topic. But I ended up pressing “publish” because I knew that even if no one read it, at least I would be able to make a little better sense of my life and revisit the parts of it that were really cool… as well as the parts that weren’t.
One of the parts that really wasn’t cool was, ironically, the day my family was released back into the civilian world. You never realise how different your life is compared to others until you are thrust into an entirely different living situation you’ve only heard stories of.
My dad had served for 25 years. As is the risk for every commanding officer, something bad came up on base. After a drawn out battle, my dad ended up resigning. My parents had two weeks to relocate, no ceremony, no plaque, just a push out the door. I came home from college that summer and we were living with my grandparents. My parents were thrust into the civilian world, left to find jobs and a new home in just a matter of weeks. This was a tough time for us all. My mom and dad underwent stress like I have never seen before. And all I could do was be there. I felt pretty helpless.
A couple weeks after I moved back for the summer, I got an envelope in the mail. Inside was a certificate of appreciation from the US Air Force. The certificate looked like something I had received in middle school for participating in JV basketball. It was honestly a kick in the pants. When I really began thinking about it, the more angry I became. I spent 18 years moving, saying goodbye to friends, changing schools, worrying about my loved ones, unpacking box after box…. And all that deserves is a folded piece of paper with an electronic signature at the bottom?
After I cooled down, I realised the certificate is not at all what mattered. If anything, it was meant as a nice gesture. But I felt (and still feel) that there needs to be more recognition for what we, as military brats, do. We do not go on sixth-month deployments or wake up at 4 AM when a crisis happens on base—but we are the faces our parents look forward to seeing when they come home... (as long as our rooms are clean). We never asked to be brought into a life of constant change, goodbyes, hellos, new houses, boxes, worry—but we plaster smiles on our faces and learn to love it. And you better believe that that smiling face is what gets your mom or dad out of bed in the morning.
It is not easy to explain what life is like as a military brat, but we do have a remarkable story. My hope is that you and others out there will help me in telling that story. I am creating a documentary as my dissertation for my master’s degree about military brats. This preliminary video will be a shorter version of the full length documentary I hope to produce in coming years. I could use all the support I could get. My story is just one, but I want to hear yours. If you are a military brat and want to tell your story, contact me. If you want to give monetary support, I will post my GoFundMe link at the bottom (It will close 3/21). Most importantly, just spread the word. And as always, thank you for continuing to read!
GoFundMe Link: https://www.gofundme.com/military-brat-documentary
Moriah Chace emailed me about one of my blogs, and asked for an interview for her online newspaper article about military brats post-graduation. Little did she know, a few weeks later, she would be called up and roped into being the first of my interviewees for this blog. Last weekend I had the great opportunity to go to Oxford on a spur-of-the-moment trip and decided to see if Moriah would be around. We had never met before, but our conversation came naturally and it was such a thrill to talk with someone about our shared experiences of growing up military.
Even before and after the interview we spoke endlessly. We had so many topics to cover; from weird things that happen on base, to military IDs, to saying goodbye to friends… but the funny thing is, is our actual experiences were completely different.
Moriah’s dad was Army. As an Air Force brat I never really met very many Army kids. Our bases/ forts are in different places and the lifestyles are, in general, fairly contrasting. However, even though we did not grow up in all of the same places, go to any of the same schools, or even enjoy the same sports, we still had a lot in common.
This is one of the wonderful things about our “military brat” community. Even though we are spread out all over, when we meet a fellow mil-brat, it creates a feeling of mutual understanding.
My last blog referenced the book Third Culture Kids, by David Polluck and Ruth Van Reken, quite a bit. So someone gave me the book as a gift! It is a great read and I highly recommend it to military families, parents and children alike. One of the things it hits the nail-on-the-head about is forming a sense of identity. When children are moved around so often during their formative years (age 0-18) it is hard to form a “sense of self”. Experiencing so many cultures may mean that you understand the culture, but you do not truly identify with it. As such, TCKs often feel like misfits.
Preach! I have the hardest time figuring out where I feel like I’m from. I don’t feel like a southerner, or a mid-westerner, or a westerner. So something I loved that Moriah said in our interview, is that she is just American. When you live in a collectivist culture like the military, maybe this is an important aspect. We all need to feel like general, run-of-the-mill Americans so we have pride and faith in the country that we have seen every nook and cranny of.
Talking to Moriah was a wonderful, insightful, and a truly humbling experience. This is a short snip-bit of our interview. I will be posting more small interviews with other mil-brats and stay tuned for updates on my upcoming documentary! Yes, it is finally happening, and I could use all the support I can get on this project. So send your stories my way and spread the word to your fellow military friends!
Today while I was supposed to be reading scholarly journals about my essay topic for class, I got a bit sidetracked. Instead, I found some journal articles about military brats. Don’t worry, I’m not going to give you a 3,000-word synopsis and analysis like I should be writing for class… although you should read some of these (I’ll attach the links).
The first thing that caught my eye was one study that noted the negative outcomes for military children. One was that they lacked the ability to feel included in typical US life. In fact, the study showed that 32% of military children say they feel more like spectators and 48% do not feel like they can identify with any one group. Furthermore, it said that military brats have a hard time forming lasting relationships or emotional attachments.
OK. Yes, this is all kind of a downer. But man, it is true… at least, I know I’ve identified with all of those things at one point or another. I was just having a conversation the other day where my friend asked if I had to pick a group of friends, who would I most identify with? Who have I felt I have the most in common with? At some point, I have held things in common with all of my groups of friends, but then a move comes along and suddenly we don’t have as much in common anymore.
Spatial proximity is a huge common ground, especially as a kid. You share the same experiences from class or extra-curriculars, but when you move away those experiences are gone and it becomes difficult to identify with the same group of friends. So you move on to a new one, temporarily moulding yourself to fit into a new culture for a short time, until it comes time again to unattach and create a new mould.
They say that you are a reflection of your friends, and I believe it. The problem for military brats is you begin to reflect so many different kinds of friends, when you look in the mirror it gets hard to see your own face.
This quote from Third Culture Kids: The Experience of Growing Up Among Worlds is a great explanation of what I am talking about:
“The third culture kid (TCK) frequently builds relationships to all of the cultures, while not having full ownership of any. Although elements from each culture may be assimilated into the TCK’s life experience, the scene of belonging is in relationship to others of similar background” (Pollock &Van R., 2008).
So I guess if I had to pick a group, it would be the other military brats I’ve been friends with because we have a similar background. But even then, our individual experiences are also very different. Some brats have lived overseas, some have lost a parent, some have left home, some have joined the military themselves. We are all very different but we identify with one thing: that we don’t identify.
The next article was about how military children are depicted in cinema. It said that most often cinema will briefly touch on the military family and even then, mainly focus on the spouse. Moreover, the children are often portrayed as having a very spoiled upbringing. The sociologists behind this particular study (Georg Simel and Robert Park) say that military brats are a numerical minority, with no physiological differences to set them apart and so it becomes more difficult to understand their social situation. They use the terms “the stranger” or the “marginal man”
“(The military brat) struggles to present a stable self-concept where he or she is an outsider in civilian society that is grounded in a collective sense of geographic space and historical place” (Ender, 2005).
Sorry, I know I said I wouldn’t give you a journal review, but these studies really interested me because I had no idea that such research had even been done. Before reading the second article, I never would have described myself as a minority… and I probably still wouldn’t necessarily put it that way, but I guess in a way we really are. We are a group that is not well researched, but yet have so many interesting facets to be discovered and understood. Is it healthy to grow up nomadic? Do the benefits outweigh the costs?
On a good day, I would say yes. Although there are times when I have a hard time remembering why it was a good thing. Especially times when I am trying to think of who my closest friends are and whether or not they would consider me their closest friend too, when they’ve known people since kindergarten. Or when I am asked where I call home and I have literally no idea what to say.
In the end, I think the most important thing I did in building my own identity was by finding things I enjoyed; dance, running, and creating videos. As I have gotten older my interests have shifted, but I am glad that growing up I at least always had those things to keep my own face smiling back at me in the mirror.
Here are some interesting reads for you:
Book- Third Culture Kids: Growing Up Among Worlds
Journal Article- Military Brats: Film Representations of Children in Military Families
Journal Article- Adult TCK: Does their Concept of Home Have an Impact on their Career Paths?
Lightheartedness is not a term we hear very often in the present situation of the world. There is a lot of worry, pain, and fall backs we are facing on a daily basis. So I think for someone to say “lighten up a bit” would be equal to telling a woman giving birth to quiet down. However, there is something to be said for taking on a lighthearted attitude.
I have three missileers and a pilot in my family, on the rare occasion that we were all able to be together on Thanksgiving or Christmas, there would, no doubt, be a great portion of conversation devoted to what is really happening in our country. Some of the things they would talk about honestly frightened me. There were nights when we lived in DC and I was afraid that we would need to evacuate the city, just from seeing my Dad’s stress levels when he would come home from work.
As a child or a teenager, these kind of national issues really hit home. Your parent’s job could send them overseas before you get successfully through puberty. That is not a typical upbringing by any means. There is a lot to worry about and a lot to stress over. But I once had a quote of the day (….they pop up on my phone at 9am every day) that I will always keep in the back of my mind.
Mark Twain said, “I have spent most of my time worrying about things that have never happened. Worrying is not an action! In fact, it is action that alleviates concern and dissipates worries. Take more actions when you feel that worry is creeping in to steal your time. It need not be a huge action, any action in the direction you want to go will do.”
It’s a long quote, but it is brilliant. I’ll be the first to admit that I am a HUGE worrier. I have laid awake at night worried about my Dad’s flight to his TDY location. I’ve worried about my Mom struggling with the stresses of unpacking boxes, getting our schools sorted and finding a new job by herself when my Dad had to report-no-later-than the day we moved in. I could compile a list longer than this entire blog of all the things that have worried me. And that is just dealing with the military… let alone having also been a teenage girl at one point.
My action against worry is to put on a lighthearted attitude. When I found that the conversations about our stresses quit being constructive and just started becoming a drag, it was time to pull out the Brian Regan impersonations. Sometimes a few moments of distraction could go a long way. The release of laughter had a bonding effect that was the glue of my family.
A lot more can be achieved when you are in a positive mindset.. it’s proven. So though it's important to confront issues, it is equally important to find some moments to laugh and lighten up a bit.
This is partially a reason I have created this blog. It’s nice to tell stories, and laugh about mean girls throwing acorns in my mouth in 3rd grade. It makes me feel more thankful for those experiences and it puts them into perspective. If I had known in 3rd grade that Alabama would become fuel for so many jokes, maybe I wouldn’t have been so frustrated.
But I also want military brats out there to realize that their worries are not unwarranted. But they can be combatted. One of the things that I believe is overlooked in the military brat community is how isolating it can often be. Believe me, there are tons of kids out there going through similar experiences to you, it’s just that we are spread out all over the world.
In the words of Bing Crosby, “If you’re worried and you can’t sleep, count your blessings instead of sheep..” And when you do that your newly found positivity will fuel the actions you can take to diminish your worries.
It’s funny how after a particularly dreary week, the sight of a person on my campus in England wearing a Purdue baseball cap can bring me out of a funk almost completely. What is even funnier is when I startled the poor guy by yelling “Boiler Up!” very loudly in his face and he had no idea what I meant. I will NOT apologize for my momentarily very American, loud and candid response to seeing the logo of my alma mater atop a stranger’s head. Unfortunately, he had not gone to Purdue, it was his brother’s hat. Which might explain his confusion and quickened walking pace after I released him from my “bleeding black and gold” grips. What might have seemed like a very embarrassing confrontation to most people (and usually myself) was really the highlight of my day. This guy walked away confused and probably late for class, but oblivious to the fact that he had just made my day.
Imagine, if that is all it took to make my day better, how many times you might have been that person that happened to be wearing the right logo, walking in the right place, at the right time and brought back memories to a passer-by that made them momentarily feel better. It is amazing how connected we all are and don’t even realize it. When you are a military brat, you are constantly moving through webs of connections and weird coincidences that you may, or may not, even realize. But when you move so many times and come into contact with so many different people, your networks span all over the globe. As a military brat, you have a great gift. In that, you have the opportunity to touch many, many lives in a very short period of time.
When you are away from the familiar, seeing something that reminds you of home and pleasant memories is sometimes all you need to boost your spirits. I did not think something as simple as seeing a Purdue hat would have the impact on me that it did, but it really made me happy. (Heck, it inspired this blog!)
I am a believer in angels. Call them whatever you want, but to me there are many angels in our lives that are probably often left unnoticed until we really need them. You may not realize you’ve been designated angel duty for that day, but maybe you smiled at someone walking past and that was really what they needed to lift the cloud above their head. Or maybe you play a bigger role.
I know I go back to my senior year of high school quite often in this blog, but that is because it really had an impact on how I view life (along with the opportunities the year presented). When I was told that we were being stationed in Montana after completing my junior year of high school, I was devastated. I had such great friends in DC, I was captain of the dance team, anchor of the school news, and I had finally gotten used to driving on Route One. I was worried I’d be all alone my senior year, no friends, un-established, and learning how to drive amongst tractors and diesel trucks on icy country roads. But one person really changed my perception of what the coming year would be like.
I had a best friend in sixth and seventh grade, Molly. She was a military brat like me and after seventh grade she moved from Wyoming (where we were at the time) to Alabama. A year later I moved to DC. We lost touch in the transitions and hadn’t heard from each other until four years later when we found out that we would both be back in Montana for our senior year. Boy was she a God-send. That year Molly was my angel. We lived down the street from each other on base, we had two classes together, our lockers were next to each other, and we even sat next to each other at graduation (all by chance… well…and that our last names are close alphabetically). I never told Molly that she really saved my butt that year, and unless she reads this, she may never know. But that is kind of the beauty of being an angel. You touch lives in ways that you are unaware of but someone out there was made better because of you.
It would have been very easy for Molly and I to have been too jaded about moving to get our sorry butts outside and have some good times. In fact, that probably is what I would have done if she hadn’t been there to make me laugh at the situation. But now I have great memories of Tech N9ne concerts and “fry”-days that I will laugh about for years to come.
As you go through your different assignments, whether you are a brat, a spouse or an officer; be cognisant of the impact you can have on other people. But also remember to see the angels in your own life, because otherwise you may never experience the thrill of startling a complete stranger to tell them thank you for choosing that hat to wear today.