Ellowynn Kotchian
Ever since we were young, we were called Brats. Brat: A child, usually used in a scolding or playful manner, a child who is unruly or annoying. Sure, I was that kind of brat, but I am also a Military Brat.
What is a Military Brat and why is it called that? Back in the early 20th century, British soldiers were sent on overseas assignments where they were permitted to bring along their family. These families were called British Regiment Attached Travelers, or B.R.A.Ts. Nowadays, the acronym “Brat” has been adopted in many countries to represent military children around the world. Another idea where this title is believed to come from is the term, “Barrack Rat,” which was a term used to describe children and families living in military barracks with their family member who was serving in the military.
Many people ask me, “What is it like being a Military Brat? Would you choose this life again?” And the same people who ask me that question also expect me to say, “No way! I would never choose to live like this again!”
But they’re wrong.
I would choose it again, and again, and again. The pride I felt growing up, and the pride I feel now to be able to say I am the daughter of the strongest soldier I have ever met is unmatchable. But, pride like that comes with sacrifice. The question, “What is it like?” is almost like a haunt. The way I describe it is, “I have friends all around the globe, but I have no friends at all.” In the 17 years I have lived as a military child, I have attended 7 different schools. I have had 11 different addresses that I can remember. I have made a home in Texas, South Carolina, Georgia, and New York, and I have seen over half of the United States just travelling our country. I haven’t had another Military Brat friend for longer than 2 to 3 years, and I moved 3 times in just the 4 years of my high school life.
But, yes, I would choose this life again. I am prideful to know I’m a Brat. But our pride comes with years of patience, sacrifice, and strength. So this is my thank you. Thank you to my neighbors on base who were my friends, even though we knew our friendship had an expiration date. Thank you to my sisters and brothers who are also patiently waiting at home for their soldier to come home from their deployment, and thank you for your service and sacrifice being a child of a strong soldier, and for carrying the Brat title with the pride I do. You and I are as strong as our soldiers.
In honor of our Military Brats.
Happy Month of the Military Child.
The football stadium in Warsaw, Poland that was sent by my dad.
In this photo, fans celebrated with flare wands and a theater mask banner!