Ever been to 17 different countries, 13 different schools, moved 7 times, and seen some of the greatest things in the world before you even turned 18? Wait, I remember who I’m talking to. I suppose everybody that will read this story is a Military Brat.
It all started when I was born—in some US Army hospital in Seoul, South Korea. My mother is Korean and I think we all know what my dad is. I stayed there for six months and have never been back. Of course I don’t remember anything about my stay there.
The three of us moved to Columbus, Ohio, where my father’s family lives. We extended our family to four with my sister, Patricia.
We later moved to Ft. Devens, Mass. I attended pre-school and the first month of kindergarten there. My best friend there was Chris. If your out there, let me know.
My dad had to go to school at Ft. Belvoir, Virgina and so we packed our things and went. On the way I got to see Niagra Falls. I was very terrified and the noise didn’t sooth me. I kept thinking about falling in and dying. weird little kid.
Belvoir sucked. Sorry to all you people that liked it. I only like Washington D.C. I attended six months of kindergarten there before we had to move to Bryan, Texas. Good Goly, I’m gonna be a red neck. Bryan sucked. We lived in this brand new neighborhood and nobody there was my age. they were all older than me. I thought I was having fun being picked on and bullied.
Mike, if your out there, you civilian brat, I’m gonna bleeped bleep your stupid bleep. Sorry for that minor outburst. I finished kindergarten and first grade at one school than got moved to another and stayed there for two months in second grade before moving again, to Ft. Hood Texas.
Ft. Hood, Texas, let me tell you a little about this place. It’s the greatest. I played soccer and football and baseball there. They have lake something next to it, jet fighters flying over your school, Humvees driving down your street, dead man’s creek, artillery firing at midnight. I loved it. I had never seen so many Apaches or A-10′ or A-1 Abrams around before. It was cool.
We moved in Ft. Hood from Pershing Park to Patton Park. My dad got promoted from a captain to a major. I almost finished elementary school there, fifth grade was the worst(Mrs. Henry aka Hell On Wheels, you should have never even considered to teach. You should have just joined the marines or something you old punk.). But we moved, again, to Germany.
Germany is so friggin’ beautiful. I found my love for soccer there and loved the people there and loved the culture. It was great. I went to two elementary school’s in Heidelberg than went to the Middle school and Then finished my freshman year at the high school.
I had great friends there and still keep in contact with them(Mat, Justin, Jes, Colleen, Chris I love you guys.). I played varsity soccer for Heidelberg High School and we won Europeans there. It was great. I miss that place and can’t wait to go back.
We moved, again, to Los Angeles. My dad’s a Lt. Colonel now. I’m a senior, only seventeen. Soccer is still my game and I might go pro at it. I was asked to Stay in Argentina to play on one of the youth pro club teams. Los Angeles is great. After four and a half years in a country where English is limited, It’s nice to know everybody, except the chulos, speak English and the money is in dollars.
What’s the exchange rate from dollars to marks now? Don’t have to worry about it. That’s been it. I’ll have to write another story about how the civilian kids treat you after they learn that you came from a foreign land. That’s it for now.
Editor’s note: this article first appeared in Military Brats Online.