Growing Up In A Military Family

Growing up in a Military Family Growing up in a military family has its ups and downs. Sometimes you won’t see your parent for a long period of time or you may have to move frequently. Those types’ of events have two sides. They can help you become a stronger person in the future or the person does not adjust to such stressors. Growing up in a military family myself, I know how tough it can be. One thing that I have developed by growing up in a military family, is the ability to be resilient.

about growing up in a Military family, they may think about privilege or regimentation or discipline. They may consider how difficult moving all the time is, or how it must be terrible to not have your parents around all the time. They may even understand what it’s like to sacrifice the presence of your parent for wartime duty, or the pressure that puts on the families involved. It’s true, all of that is there, it comes with the uniform and rank. But there are benefits to being a Military kid, too

There is only a small percentage of people that grow up in Military Families in the US today. I grew up in this unique community of military families moving around every two years or less. I lived all over the United States and in South Korea and travelled all over the world. As I moved and traveled, I met people from different cultures, religions, backgrounds, and walks of life. These experiences taught me to not judge a person by their appearance. I learned to be open to new cultures and ways

with the thought pattern/beliefs/understanding of the other person or group in a given situation. For example, growing up in a military family when my mother wanted to pursue her government career conflict stirred because we had to do a split household (my brother goes with either my dad or mom and vice versa for me). I recall a lot of back and forth arguments and eventually I ended up with my Mom in DC and my brother stayed with my dad in Ft. Bragg & Ft. Lauderdale. This conflict

Most people can relate the word “home” to one area where they grew up and made memories. Unlike most people, I called many places home. Growing up in a military family was an arduous task which had great impacts, both positive and negative, on my life. It shaped me into the person I am today. A person with a laundry list of flaws and imperfections, yet has learned to love herself. Moving around was not easy. There were many obstacles present, and the most harmful of them all was the divorce of my

I was born into a military family. Both of my parents are affiliated with the Army. My mom is a retired veteran who served 22 years, while my dad is still an active duty Sergeant Major quickly approaching his 28th year. I was born in El Paso, Texas, however, I can’t say I grew up there because we ended up leaving two months after I was born. I have moved 10 times and lived in different countries during the last 17 years. Due to the fact that I was always moving, I never had long term friendships

Cultural Autobiography Growing up in a military family we moved around a lot luckily for me and my sisters we were young when most the moving was done. I was born in Germany on Air Force base but we moved within a year and I don’t recall much from there. From there we moved back to the states to help my dad’s mom and ended up in Arizona, I don’t recall a lot of details from there. Moving to Utah I was older and remember just vague details, such as our house and a couple of friends, my first-grade

Growing up in a military family is a tough way of life. My father is in the military, which has forced my family and me to move every two to three years. He has also deployed to Iraq and Afghanistan, occasionally, for over a year. The media has highlighted the hardships and sacrifices of members of the military, which I do not want to diminish. What the media has not highlighted is the sacrifices that the family members undertake, either when the military member deploys or is faced with yet another

Growing up in a military family is difficult in itself; however, it is even more difficult and discouraging when you are too young to thoroughly understand what is going on. My dad had been enlisted in the United States Army since 1989, long before I was even thought of. Growing up, I realized that there were times when my dad wasn’t home, but he always returned before dinnertime, so it seemed that things were okay. I was in first grade. My favorite year of school, even to this day. Things in my

Numbness is all I feel as we pull up to the long stretch of cold gray stone; I wonder why these types of things have to happen. This was not our first time having to do this, but this time I was old enough to know, what was really going on. No one could tell me he was just going on vacation or that he just had to go on a business trip. I now know why the saying ignorance is bliss is true. The truth is my dad was leaving me, not because he wanted to, but because he knows that him leaving me is saving