Essay on Military Brat

869 Words Aug 16th, 2011 4 Pages
Korinda Rehling-Rodriguez
ENG 098R 1053

Military Child: ‘Brat’

Pure hell took its course on me as a young innocent girl. Being a military brat definitely impacted my life in many challenging ways. The term military brat is usually misunderstood by non-military population. A military brat is a child from a parent who is in the military. My mother was a commanding officer which made me and my siblings labeled “military brat” The word brat (by itself) may seem negative. However, we were taught that its not an insult but actually a term of endearment and respect. Of course the military has a lot of traveling, family orientated, many free services, and good food. Being a military brat was not all
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I was never taught values, morals, or anything of that nature. That woman who called herself a mother wasn’t there to teach me values. I see more of my mother’s back walking straight out the door than I saw her miserable looking face.

The most difficult challenge I dealt with was constantly making new friends to replace the ones I just left behind. I’ve 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 SarahLoo or even come close to filling in her shoes. From that point on I kept my distance away from most people so I wouldn’t get attached and set my-self up for another heartache. It really sucked when we relocated during the winter holidays. I would plan and save up my funds to buy my friends presents. Making new 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 misbehavior or being rebellious. As a brat I remember the discipline being cruel and unusual punishment putting me in the corner to kneel on my knees and hold both my arms 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 floor

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