Showing posts with label military brat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label military brat. Show all posts

Friday, April 17, 2009

Military Child

I been thinking of a title for this post. I thought about giving the title of military brat. But I do not like that term "military brat." According to the dictionary a brat is an ill-behaved child. What a label? It sounds like a child with mental issues. Just because they are reared in a somewhat different society doesn't give no one the right to put a label on them. The military has been and remain a way of life for many. For the member and their family. The military has discipline, structure, and a lasting mirror reflection on the children reared in this society. It is a society within a society. In its own way the military can be very reassuring as it offers security, and a sense of dependence. It seems like the member's family is being observed from time to time. If the reflection of the military family seems to normal and correct; then the member it said to be more of an effective leader. On the hand, if it doesn't have the right type of appearance and normality than it is a negative reflection on the member. It is very common for the child to become immune to to this way of life at a early age. Sure they might experience a different way of life. Nevertheless the term "military brat" doesn't fit the child. This go beyond the true reality of a military child.

Many have done research and study military families and their environment for years. They discovered some very disturbing and shocking stories.

A writer wrote these stories about family life and the military. The voice of a Navy petty officer. "My father would get drunk and break the dishes. They had to buy more dished every other month."

The daughter of a Army sergeant. "Military members socialized by drinking. There was plenty of drink and on the weekend it was drink until drunk."

The son of a Navy commander. "My dad was a perfectionist; he couldn't make mistakes. At Christmas he wouldn't let us decorate the tree, because it had to be perfect. He laid the tinsel one at a time. He'd let us put the balls on the tree and after we went to bed he'd put the tinsel on. One night when I got up, he had moved all the ball, because they weren't in the correct place. He rearranged the tree."

The sound of a Navy Petty Officer. "Sometimes people apologize to their kids. My father always assumed beating me was an appropriate thing to do. There was a time when I thought, he'd had a hard life. I should just forgive him. But he continue to injure and be a bad person. Not out of control, but he's in charge of his life. Therefore he can see what he is doing to people,especially my mother. I have no hope of reconciliation with him and I will actually be relieved when he dies. I think my mother will be much better off; she'll be able to begin to enjoy life free of his tyranny."

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