My functional parents loved us and each other.
I had all the perks of a stay at home mother.
At the age of five there were just two things to dread ~
the cowboy and gator that lived under my bed.
Army brat blues, poetry, song, freedom, love, dance,
guys and wearing denim in every circumstance
were the essence of me at fifteen on display.
Dad paid me ten dollars to wear a dress one day.
At thirty, I longed for down time with no stress tone.
I felt my life was a ‘get it done’ pressure zone.
Mom, executive assistant, homeowner, wife …
Day drowning grew my wishes to end the clock's strife.
Watch what you wish for is advice I did not take.
At fifty I lost the clock with a gained head break
that led to many trials for loved ones and me.
Bonded by faith, we learned all we could do and be.
My age will no longer be of concern to me
when I open the door and in walks seventy.
If I give it attention it might diminish
all that I believe I can both start and finish.
Son of a soldier lost his friendship ties
From thousands of miles for crunchy fries
Gun toys replaced the ones that he had lost
Talking twister of blended foreign frost
In the arms of almighty God
His dad combated the last blood
Son of a soldier connoted a coyote
Colloquated heroes poetic lyrics note
White flagged exorbitant West wild
Son of a soldier thought he was a child
Born by origin and modern nomadic loffe
Son of a soldier sailed the word of Santa Fe
We the army Brat
Two year here ,
three years there,
We the army kids have to go everywhere.
We always have to leave &
make new friend ,
But that make us stronger
In the end .
Our life is different
& Difficult too,
But we are scolded
For playing with swiss knife.
We the army Brat
Sometime have long night party,
Cause we dance on every song.
We used to be formal in official parties.
But out of sight ,
we are not normal.
We can adjust anywhere ,
Even if we are in ozone layer.
Studying away from one parent ,
Makes us sad.
But when they are there ,
We don't feel so bad .
Cause two year here &
Three years there,
We the army kid have to go everywhere.
We - the army Brat !!!
I was an army-brat town boy
of ten when we moved to the country.
I recall arriving in a village
called Cold Springs.
My dad purchased
a century-old house
with five and a half acres of farmland.
But it had no running water,
no bathroom, and no furnace.
An outhouse was
attached to a barn
some distance from the house.
And a rusty outside pump
was our only means of water.
For heat, it had a pot-bellied iron stove;
that we had to feed all day and all night.
It felt spooky and haunted.
At first, I hated it!
At night, I'd hear groans and squeaks
that invaded my dreams.
But Dad dug a well, painted the outsides,
had copper plumbing installed, put in a septic tank,
built a bathroom, and added a furnace,
turning that house into a home, I've learned to love.
Oh brother
You are my caring brother by the way
So near and dear
So good to have you back close again
After all these years
I can rely on you for sound advice
Now I finally think you are smarter than me
You are an army brat
You always use your GPS
I am so honored to be your sister
Drowning in labels
not Aesop Fables
not normal retard
like being slapped hard
born an army brat
Lady was the cat
without hardly any hair
they would laugh they would stare
they called me hippie
I seemed so wimpy
stuttered bad in school
looked on as a fool
Navy my biggest break
fluent speech I did make
head trauma
and coma
sent me right back home
no longer freedom
to my best friend
it was my end
a pedophile he called me
ladies' man he didn't see
labels and judgements made
they'll never ever fade
Pennsylvania
is my home for now
born in Germany
an army brat than
and traveled a lot
Dad drank too much
and Mom left him
up the East Coast
he followed her
Mom raised us
on her own
working hard
alone
I am
now
Im not your normal girl
I so ain't perfect
I can be complicated
And here let me tell you....
I might cuddle here or there
I even might just not want to be touched
Read a book while you watch TV,
May or may not want to go somewhere...
I'm a single mom
So I might forget to text you
Until I get a moment to myself
My daughter so comes first....
I can come up with sexy or sweet things
Pour my heart out or keep it still
I can give you my heart..
If my heart allowed me...
I'm very indecisive
But carefree too.
I can even be the sweetest and crazy,
I can be so evil and mean unlike any other
I am divorced and troubled family...
So like I said I ain't perfect...
I grew up army brat
And in a small town...
One day I'll get remarried...
Maybe...
Or maybe I'm the problem....
Either way I am me....its just who I am.
Our Jack was a soldier of cavalry fame,
a squaddie then took our Beryl to tame.
Albie's good sense kept him from this game
while David, though Sapper, gave admin some pain.
Now me in the middle, I just played along,
though a true army brat I just practiced their song.
For the REME our Eric on vehicles fed,
while Ken gave it up... came a policeman instead.
Ray also joined up, but as last of our bunch
decided to leave after eating first lunch.
Now me in the middle, I just played along,
though a true army brat I just practiced their song.
Most of my siblings went into the army,
all except me were quite Army Balmy!.
Including my father, I think you will find.
a century or more has gone into this grind!
Now me in the middle, I just played along,
though a true army brat I just practiced their song.
A soldier's a soldier when all's said and done,
but even a soldier spawns daughter or son '
He begats to the world a superior breed
of true Army Brats when he scatters his seed!
Ivor G Davies
I’ve never been to war
or claimed the old kings shilling.
Though born and bred to Army life
I knew the need for killing.
The civi’ kids thought those like me,
were gypsies in their town,
but quickly found how hard it was
to try to knock us down.
The discipline we had at home
meant nothing could compare,
we learn to duck and dive a bit
when trouble’s in the air.
Never caught, escape, evade,
let others take the blame,
the lesson learned by everyone
who played our army game.
Some say it’s tough to move about
stability unsure.
But you learn to make a killing
before others know its war!
Security and stable home
deprives one of the fun
of knowing when to stand and fight
or choose the time to run.
It doesn’t show to look at us,
……our natures hid away,
but lessons learned in growing up
forever with us stay.
An Army brat, who knew the way
to win by any means.
Be careful all civilians sprogs
things aren’t like what it seems…………..
Ivor G Davies
Now Jack was a man who had seen much
as an army brat he travelled the world
never really making friends at each stop
he slipped into the role of soldier
Soon was made up to major in the Mps
betrayed by his superiors he began to drift
moving from town to town, just a backpack
to his name doing odd jobs here and there
Trouble seemed to find him where ever he was
always ready to help the underdog sort problems
living under the blanket using president's names
foot loose and certainly fancy free with no ties
Looking for him is like looking for a ghost
your best chance is a message left at his bank
and maybe if he is intrigued enough, he may
just look you up and sort out your strife
One thing you should know for sure
is one morning he will be gone on his way
the vista of the blue unknown calling
for now Jack drifts along life's highways
Based on Jack Reacher books by Lee Childs
written by Shadow Hamilton
contest: Become a fictitious character taken from a book (or a movie) !
MP's short for military police
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