For some Military Brats, living quarters were very different from mainstream Americans. Quonset Huts were used for housing, school rooms, mess halls, storage and more. This article is a history of the Quonset Hut, an American icon.

While I loved to travel overseas, getting our shot records up to date before leaving was . . . a pain—in the arm.

I my first encounter with the "shot doctor" before going to Germany in 1962. It would not be my last.

Military posts are often thought of as places where rough, scrappy civilians are turned into lean, mean, fighting machines.

But military posts are also where Military Brats learned the value of a dollar and how to stretch a dollar using shrewd bargain hunting skills taught by their parents.

Hunting skunks can be a lot of fun—if you know what you are doing.

My father seemed to handle the stresses of his career very well. There was one strange thing he was hung up on that I could never understand.

For all of you that have had to go through similar quirks and crappy treatment, here is a story on how providence gave me my comeuppance.

"We have one job left."

"Ok!"

"It requires one year of janitor experience. Do you have one year of janitor experience?"

Sitting at the bottom of that missile silo that first night on the job convinced me having high connections that get you into low places can be a good thing.

Regular paying jobs for Military Brats were scarce or non-existing on many military bases, but somehow we found ways to earn a little extra money to stretch our weekly allowance.

Post libraries provided a quiet, organized place to learn more about the world, work on term papers, find a novel to read or check out the latest Playboy centerfold.

In a time when there was no TV broadcasts, many Military Brats found hobbies and reading to occupy their time, as we did.

One day an orange and white parachute came into our lives.