Takes one to know one...
(From Diane C.)
Hi, My name is Diane and my best friend is Sue B.S. She told me
about your book and website and that she had written to you. She thinks she and
her brother might have known you as teenagers.
I don't think you and I ever met, but I want to thank you for your book and
website.
I grew up a Navy brat and I'm proud of it. It wasn't always great, and
we (my family) were treated like scum in some places. As my mom said, how soon
they forget! She meant after WW2 and the Korean War. She married my dad after
WW2, when people were still riding the wave of patriotism. By the mid
1950's, the time I can remember, military people were being treated like
second class citizens. My dad retired as a master chief in the Navy and my
mother was a law-school grad from an upper crust family in Illinois. But the
fact that we were career military made us less than acceptable in certain
places. It was particularly bad in San Diego. The funny thing was, when we were
transferred to Missouri, where most folks are not very familiar with anything
related ot the Navy, my dad would come by my school sometiems to pick us up for
a doctor's appointment or something, and everyone thought he was a
policeman! They couldn't tell his Navy chief's uniform from that of a
police officer's. How sad is that?
Anyhow, I thought I'd drop in and say hi and thanks. The only folks who
understand what being a military brat means and is like is another military
brat. God bless us all! And God bless the USA.
