April is the month of the military child. How times have changed (for the better) since I grew up on army bases in the 1960s and 70s, throughout Canada and Germany! And then I became an Air Force wife and mother, with their own unique military spouse challenges! So now in retirement, as an “immigrant” in my kids’ hometown of Aylmer, Quebec (remember, we army brats have no hometown), I’ve become a writer. My book “Camp Follower One Army Brat’s Story” is a little bit of Canadian history about how such military family lives were lived, and how this one ended up, told in stories and narrated by this first-hand witness.
Stevie Szabad, Author 
Military love runs deep in your heart. Thank you and your family for your sacrifice!
Right back atcha😉
I am a air force brat.probably the best growing up I would have had. It was transferred every 2_3 years, and am now getting to talk to friends from 40 to 50 years. All brats. Go for it.
I am a military brat. I think back to the days when an Allied moving truck was in our driveway and I would want to hide. We moved every two years. At the time I thought this was the most terrible thing. As an adult I soon learned that acceptability was the most valuable life lesson I could ever imagine. I have associates in all corners of the country. I want to thank my Dad and all the military personnel for their dedication and keeping us safe in this wonderful country of ours.
Thank you for your wonderful words. And yes, thanks to our parents who served, and all who did and do.
It was a GREAT life, n looking back it was change that I liked…n I do remember the big allied moving vans. Even remember waiting for them to show up at the next base!
Agreed. No life like it🤗