“The worst thing about being a military brat is, not being a military brat anymore. When they take away your ID card, they take away your life. Everything you’ve known. Everything that is security to you.”
(Marc Curtis runs the Military Brat Registry)
…only “they” never took my ID card away – dear ole Dad did. In Jun 1964 Dad took me to Frankfurt Airport, West Germany and dropped me off at the curb to return to the States to go to college. My brother and I had gotten into an arm-sluggin’ contest, and it annoyed dear ole Dad. Yes, he did tell us to stop; but when has anyone ever passed an opportunity to slug a brother? So, by the time we got to the airport, Dad was pissed.
I acted as if it didn’t mean anything to me, but in reality, it was as if surrendering a huge part of me, my identification. I later got it back, but it wasn’t ever the same…I always knew it was his; and not mine anymore…