Military Brat

Of course the armed forces has a lot of traveling, family orientated, many giving services, and good food. cosmos a military brat was not all its hyped up to be. As a little girl growing up I never had a place to truly rallying cry home. Ling the lifestyle as a military brat my mother frequently transferred or was devoted new assignments. Our locations verified from state to state and we always ended up on a military base. Never staying in a place for more than one to two years it was like organism passed around like a damn basketball. At fourth dimensions I got used to my mothers absence when she have her assignments.It was a breath of fresh air when she wasnt around. It matte like a taste of bliss when I TLD have to hear her constant nagging or screaming. All of us children were able to feel emancipate for the time she was gone. As the time came near for her return It felt as If we walked on egg shells payable to her unpredictable mood swings. Its a shame that I didnt hav e a choice to be a part of the military culture. Being born into a family that was already actively enrolled was no fair see for me to have a civilian life experience. On base they preach over and over to us about values and patriotism.What bucking values, Is all I say to myself. The military law required commanding officers and those in authority to demonstrate were 7 Army Values. The acronym was LADYSHIP which stands for Loyalty, Duty, Respect, Selfless Service, Honor, and Personal Courage. I was never taught values, morals, or anything of that nature. That woman who called herself a mother wasnt there to teach me values. I see more of my mothers back go straight out the door than I saw her miserable looking face. The most difficult argufy I dealt with was constantly making new consorts to replace the ones I just left behind.Ive never felt such a bitter taste of hate in my mouth for when she uprooted us and took my best friend Sarah away. No one could replace my Seraglio or ev en come close to filling in her shoes. From that point on I kept my distance away from most people so I wouldnt get attached and set my-self up Tort another narrates. It really success when we relocated feeling ten welter holidays. I would plan and save up my funds to buy my friends presents. Making ewe friends in a new environment was extremely hard to break into their social groups. To them I was an outsider from a different base.Being on base there is a zero tolerance policy for misbehaver or beingness rebellious. As brat I remember the discipline being cruel and unusual punishment lay me in the corner to kneel on my knees and hold both my blazonry up and away from my body. My arms would go numb and the knees feeling like someone Just removed the knee caps. The amount of time in the corner was based on how well we held our composure. She would have us drop our pants to the blast grabbing our ankles as she took my fathers biggest leather belt slashing it against our ass as ha rd as she could.If we moved she would run out more lashings. My mother was mean and called her discipline tough grapple. Yeah right, my ass it wasnt tough love. She could suppress my door frame in five minutes pickings away my privacy when I would slam my door from anger. She would turn off the electricity to my room so that there was no TV, curling irons, games, or any luxury. The more my mother was a pitch the more I rebelled with braking my curfew, sneaking out, hiding her badge, taking her lies and hiding them.The consequences of misbehaver for a military brat are generally greater than for a civilian children. Being labeled a brat was not a choice by any means. However, due to the challenges I endured it has shaped and molded me into the woman I am today. A woman with values, strength, great friendships, and unconditional love for all. No longer that innocent girl thanks to the military who robbed me of that innocence. And It makes want to spit when someone refers to me as a military brat. Its not a word that means endearment or respect as we were taught. It signifies snake pit for