Sometimes I feel like a fraud. Like I don’t belong here with all the other Blue Star Families members.
You see, I’m not married to the military like so many of our volunteers. I don’t have a good “story” to tell of deployments gone wrong, solo moves, and year long separations from my spouse. I got involved in the Blue Star organization as my husband was retiring from the Navy Reserves. His active duty years were long gone by the time I entered the picture.
While I’ve attended lots of “picnics” as a reservist’s wife, I’ve only sat through a pre-deployment meeting once in my life and I’ve never been forced to attend a Hail and Farewell. The only retirement ceremony I’ve attended was my husband’s, although I missed most of that because I was trying to keep my toddlers from climbing the giant bee (Seabee) out front!
I mean, yes, I’m the New Media Director for Blue Star Families. I do a lot of work for BSF because I feel so strongly that military families need more support. But the military doesn’t affect my daily life in any major way, aside from when my ID card expires and I can’t get on base to take my kids to their favorite beach at Little Creek.
I am, however, a military sister – my brother returned from deployment at the end of 2008 and is scheduled to head out again next year. Perhaps more importantly, I’m also a military brat.
My father spent 20 years in the Air Force and I grew up all over the world. One of the most problematic questions you can ask me, or any military brat, is “Where are you from?“ Frequently I don’t know how to answer. Sometimes I say I’m from Louisiana, where I was born and both of my parents are from. Sometimes I say I’m from Nebraska, where I went to high school, met and married my husband, and my parents still live. But most often I simply say, “I’m a military brat.” Most people understand.
Military brats are a feisty bunch and yes, we have a reputation. We’ve moved a lot. We make friends easily. We stop and stand at attention whenever we hear our national anthem. And yes, we love our country and its military, often fervently. We tend to join the military at higher rates than civilian children and, despite spending our childhoods swearing we would not, we tend to marry the military as well.