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  1. Nailed it!

    Nailed it!

  2. I was born and raised (not conceived, though) an Air Force Brat. I moved a lot. I went to more K-12 schools than I have fingers. I learned how to make a gun out of a pen.

    No really.

    Using a Skilcraft U.S. Government Ballpoint Retractable Pen (I’ve never found another pen this actually works with), you too can amaze your friends, coworkers, and TSA employees by following this helpful, photographic tutorial.

    1. Get a pen.
    2. Take it apart. 
    3. Prepare the barrel. - The barrel of the pen will serve as the barrel of your gun. Into the barrel goes the thrust tube (*snicker*), the spring, and the thrust device (*snicker again*). They must go in that order.  
    4. Use the ramrod. - The ink cartridge works well as a ramrod. Push the other pieces into the barrel until it clicks.
    5. Add your bullet. - The push button of the pen will serve as your bullet.
    6. Fire! - In this photo, I’m aiming at the unsuspecting Kelsey.

    I’d like to end this post with a link to Bizkit the Sleepwalking Dog.

  3. This is what we military childrens did in our free time.

I wish I knew how old I was there.

    This is what we military childrens did in our free time.

    I wish I knew how old I was there.

  4. I am an Air Force brat. I grew up everywhere. No, really. Everywhere. K-12 took me through 11 different schools. I didn’t get that experience of growing up with the same people my entire life, and knowing that the friends I had then are still with me now.

    So while some people might get irritated with Facebook’s ability to let people you barely talked to in junior high or high school find you, and attempt to force themselves into your life, I get a little bit excited that someone actually remembers who I am (I mean if I don’t have to think too hard to remember who this person is). I guess it just feels like the first 18 years of my life were more than just a series of passing, forgettable moments.

    Am I going to talk to that person regularly? Are we suddenly going to become the best friends we might have once had the potential to be? Am I going to accept their Mafia Wars request? Am I finally going to care enough go to some stupid high school reunion? No. Absolutely not. I finally have my own life and I just want to live it.

    But I will accept a friend request (if I remember who the person is, anyway) and spend a few minutes browsing a profile, and seeing what that person has done with their life. And, for a few minutes, I’ll feel like I have some kind of connection with the people I never got to grow up with.

    Right before I move on to the people in my life right now. Including a small handful of people I managed to keep in contact with from high school.

  5. I Am A Military Brat

    I am a Military Brat. My hometown is nowhere, my friends are everywhere, and if I haven’t been someplace yesterday, I am sure to go there tomorrow. I grew up with bugle calls and artillery salutes and the knowledge that home is where the heart is and the family—with no dependence on the dwelling.

    Mobility is my way of life. I have found security and happiness in motels and guest houses, in duplexes and apartments around the world. Some would wonder about my roots, yet they are as deep and strong as the mighty oak’s. I sink them quickly, absorbing all an area offers and hopefully giving enrichment in return.

    Like all Military dependents, I can say “Hello,” “Good-bye,” and count to 20 in five languages. I can tell of the shores of Maine, the marketplaces of Mexico, the Buddhas of Japan; and my knickknack shelves look like those of an import shop, for my memories span the globe.

    Travel has taught me to be open. By age nine I had seen more of the world than most people do in a lifetime; I had touched many and allowed their cultures to touch me. Shaking hands with the universe, I found a brotherhood in all men.

    Just as there is joy in meeting, so is there pain in parting; and although practice makes perfect, there is no way to perfect “Good-bye.” Farewells are never easy. Yet, even in sorrow comes strength and an ability to face tomorrow with anticipation. And if when I leave one place I feel that half my world has been left behind, I also know that the other half is still waiting to be met.

    As a Military Brat, I go out to others extending hand and heart. Friendships are formed in hours and kept for decades. I will never grow up with someone, but I will mature with many, and the help that I offer today will be returned farther down the road. Be it inevitable that paths part, there is constant hope that they will meet again.

    I feel fortunate to live in a society of tradition drawing from the past to enhance the present - where silver baby cups announce life, horse-drawn caissons pronounce death and the living in between is dedicated to the service of God, man, and our nation.

    Love of country, respect and pride fill my being when Old Glory passes in review. As I stand to honor that flag, so also do I stand to honor all soldiers, most especially to the man whose life created mine — my father. Because of him I have shared in the rich heritage of Military life.