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I was an Army kid,
I grew up behind the wire,
Inside hangars and surrounded by helicopters.
Moving was my constant,
Countless boxes have held my tiny life inside their walls.
Long deployments and sweet homecomings were my whole childhood,
While others stayed, I left, but not really.
Wherever I went I had the Army, I had the connections back to my roots, back to past lives.
My found family.
A found family that had a mutual understanding that in the best case, we had two maybe
three years together before our next adventures.
Haunted houses of past lives shadow over me,
How many children do I share my childhood rooms with?
How many?
That number I'll never know,
But what I do know, is that they made it.
They got through the moves, the deployments, the sense of not really having a ‘home’.
They made it.
I made it.
Leaving camp for the last time I cried,
No more hangars, helicopters, or homecomings,
No more constants.
Life unexpected, the shadow of my childhood waving me off for one last time.
My parents retired when I was about two years old, so I don't really know what it's like to live on a military base for my whole life. But sometimes I still feel like I can remember what it was like living there, back on Eglin Air Force Base. Even though my parents are retired, it still feels like they never did.