Showing posts with label Conflict. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Conflict. Show all posts

Monday, May 28, 2012

Memorial Day...I remember, too as an Army Brat

Throughout the past years I have shared many Memorial Day memories of those within my family that have served/died/continue to serve and retired as military.  So, today...this Memorial Day...I am just going to share a tidbit of a memory of an Army Brat during a time within our nation where "CONFLICT and WAR" were synonymous to those fighting and "we" who loved those who fought for democracy.

Vietnam Era:
Pages from my mother's Okinawa, Japan photo album.
My step-father served during the Vietnam time and this is a photo of his locker while he was on tour.
Pictures of my youngest brother Matthew and step-brother Phillip are proudly displayed.  Cir. 1970.
SSG Sylvester Buddy Ellis-locker 

While my step-father was stationed in Okinawa- we came shortly thereafter and lived on the economy waiting for housing on base.  We lived on Mashinato and my father worked at Naha.
The picture below is me riding a horse.  An Okinawan man used to come by in the late afternoons and for $0.10 cents one could get an escorted ride on his horse.  I loved it.
May 1971-Okinawa, Japan
Shortly after this picture was taken, we finally moved on base and the below picture is with our maid Toshiko and my little brother Matthew.
I still have this kimono.
June 1971- Kimberly, Matthew, & Toshiko- Okinawa, Japan
My first day of school in Okinawa, Japan.  Going into first grade and we had to walk or ride our bikes to school.  I remember this day very well.  This picture was in front of our home.  I remember no air conditioning and lizards everywhere.  They were supposed to be good luck.  We lived at the base of Haboo/Habu Hill.
September 1971- Kimberly- Okinawa, Japan-First Day of First Grade


I would not change a thing in my life about being an Army Brat.  I had an education that only many dare to dream of having.  Growing up in the military may be tough but in the long run...we military brats can handle a great deal more than the "average kid" that grew up on the same street most of their lives.

So, I say "THANK YOU DAD" for taking us around the world with you...when you could.

Today, I remember...I remember well.