25 Signs You Grew Up As A Military Brat
 

I'm not a military brat. I don't live on a base....but I have enough military family members to understand the humor in this.

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Guy's in big trouble for #14. It's "Zero-dark thirty"! There is no number "O"!

Idiot!

Whisky five niner calling Sierra Sierra six tree... I have an immediate for your station. Over.
They're interchangeable and either one is acceptable. Trust me.:D:salute:

O seven hundred sounds better than zero seven hundred when used phonetically over a radio. IE: Rendezvous at Oscar seven hundred hours.
Antenna check, private Smucky.:03::haha:

If you've ever been in a public school and a military post school, the difference between the attitudes of the kids are like night and day. Military brat is an unfair title for those kids.

It would also depend on how formal the situation is.

If I was briefing, it was "zero eight hundred hours"
If I was talking to one of my troops, it was "oh eight hundred"

The Phonetic Alphabet is something we all should understand.

Ever heard somebody try to spell something out on the phone and you can't understand a thing they're saying? You have a Whiskey Tango Foxtrot moment.

Take the word Alphabet. (for some reason your friend can't spell it)

Instead of saying a-l-p-h-a-b-e-t, you say Alpha Lima Papa Hotel Alpha Bravo Echo Tango. It would clear up all that time spent trying to figure out stuff. Plus it sounds cool. :yeah:

Never been in a Post school...but I always respected the kids in the military families. They don't get to settle down and have friends and a regular neighborhood. They move on a moments notice and leave everything behind to start again.

They deserve a salute. :salute:

1. I was making a joke.

2. Thank you for knowing so much more than I do. I wasn't a radioman in the navy. I didn't serve in Vietnam. I don't remember anything.

3. I was making a joke, since you apparently missed it the first time.

True, but only if absolutely necessary. It wastes a lot of time when not needed.

I promise to try not to make any jokes anymore.

Well just wake me up at Oooooo 600 :D

Wastes time...yes... :hmmm:

It would still be useful if more people understood it.

You have a singular wit, sir.:03:
I knew you were joking when I got to the name of the eyedeetentee club in your post. After all, I am a borderline genius.:sunny: Smart enough to act stoopid when the situation calls for it.:88) In other words, I graduated to moron.
I wasn't a radioman either but, was trained to use one.
Nor did I serve in Nam. I'm old but, not that old.:D

Alzheimers is scary.:timeout:

What were we discussing?

That was hilarious. I didn't grow up as a military brat, but damn if alot of those points didn't sound familiar.! :haha:

You never said something like Five O'Clock at any point in your life time? "O Dark thirty" is a mix between civilian and military time, which works well because even people who've never worn a uniform in their life get the point. Which is the whole point of language isn't it? :O: And yes I do know your joking... i think. Although half the time i can't tell, your persnickety about language a lot.

Mein God! Grammar Nazis!:/\\!!

Let's not pick on Steve.

I was a military brat, a Canadian one. Lived on military bases from ages 4 to 18 years old, from 1954 to 1968.

Most of it was good. We were well looked after, and everyone had the same life. Dad who served, Mom who stayed home. The only dark side was the alcoholism, which seemed excessive to us kids. My Dad was one of those afflicted and he never got over it. He had served in England during the war and re-enlisted in '52. Never talked about it. Probably the main reason I never considered a military career.

My fondest memories would be ages 8 to 11 when we were stationed at Camp Borden, Ontario. It was a combined army and air force base. Dad was in the RCAF. Our PMQ was right next to the army training ground. Things were different then. Over protection was not the parenting norm.:D My brothers and our friends would roam this vast area and have a ball. We would watch the tanks, follow groups of infantry guys and get chased by the MPs. They never caught us. Can't even imagine that today.