Mary Edwards Wertsch, daughter of a career Army family, is the author of the non-fiction book, Mlitary Brats: Legacies of Childhood Inside the Fortress, first published in 1991, which looks at the
military as the home culture for the children of all services and examines the long-term effects, positive and negative. First published in 1991, the book was in the hands of three publishers before
Mary founded her own publishing company, Brightwell Publishing, in 2006 and began publishing it herself. The publishing company specializes in books that explore and strengthen military brat cultural
identity.
11/1/2007 6:49 PM
Luther G Jones III wrote:
Just finished reading Milatary Brats: Legacies of Childhoon inside the Fortress. I cannot just not tell you how much this book has meant to me. Thank you so much for your effort. Do you conduct seminars? Luther "Griff" Jones, Stugart High School, '57-59' Reply to this
10/31/2007 7:23 AM
Candyce wrote:
Mary--sometimes I have to read your blog in several sittings. You see it touches my very core and that you get it just amazes me. You saw what we knew was there but couldn't define. You take it and look at it and are able to really see it. It, of course, is our life as a military brat.
I have thought before that my husband and I are alone in this. Our parents were raised in one place and our children in one place.
Although my daughter says she is a BRAT by proxie or 2nd generation. She has some of the same feelings we do, which I find interesting. Perhaps because we do not have extended family close by.
I read this blog today. I will read it again tomorrow. As I know I will see particulars of it that touch me.
This article on American Military brats has come under attack in its discussion area by those who: 1) Are calling for its award status to be revoked 2) Are claiming that the claims of military brat sub-culure are spurious.
There is other controvery on the site, but that is between brats. The issue of concern is not brat-to-brat disagreement, but those who are pushing to have the article demoted (revokation of its award status); buried (there is an attempt to bury it within other articles) and revoked-- some are calling for the military article to be defined as irrelevant by Wikipedia.
Any one who reads this should go make their voice heard:
Please note-- it's important to understand that there are TWO related sites 1) the discussion page and 2) the actually wikipedia article on military brats which is under attack.
Thanks for anyone who will take a few minutes to make their voices heard on this-- this Wikipedia article has recently become a major Internet source on military brats so protecting its status is important.
The attacks on it seem to be politically motivated-- which makes no sense since my sense is that the brat identity movement is cultural and is based on common experience and is non-political.
3/13/2007 9:55 AM
Candyce wrote:
Mary, your book made us think so much about time and how we brats think of it. And the rootlessness. My husband and I are both Air Force Brats. It has been a new revelation to us to read your book and see the DVD Brats Our Journey Home. To know others feel as we do just means so much.
We have lived here 27 years. Do we feel we belong? No! We stayed to raise our children.
It has helped us to identify our strenghts and to work with our deficits. We are 53 and just now understanding so many things about us.
I know your book said most brats marry a rooted person. All of our siblings indeed did do that. I wondered how it was for Paul and I both being brats.
I came up with a positive--we understand how each other feels.
Oddly enough soon after we married both our mothers died a day a part of the same disease--breast cancer. We knew each other felt what the other one did. There was some comfort in this.
And can you imagine--both our fathers names are Clarence--and no we did not name either of our sons that!
See we are joined at the hip!
We realize we react very much with emotion and now understand why.
Thank you so, so much for all your research and insight into your book. I am buying copies for friends and family. I am looking forward to reading your blog.
1/16/2007 9:13 PM
David wrote:
I went to a high school class reunion (my last) a few years back and remember what one of the cheer leaders said as I was leaving. She said, “Look at them, David. You Westover people are carrying the ball again.”
I looked around and there “they” were, men and women now, the Student Government, the club leaders, the athletes, the scholars, the poets, the lead actors in the school play, all of the military brats from the base standing in a circle to themselves, talking of old times, swapping stories, and laughing. Around them sitting often one to a table, alone and watching the circle of friends that I had just left, were the locals, the townees, the ones we left behind.
We traveled thousands of miles to be there. The locals got in their car and drove for at most an hour. We are now the writers, the politicians, the community leaders, the school principals, and yes, the movie stars. I don’t mean to brag, but I don’t remember one remarkable person amongst the locals.
Happiness is always subjective but I ask you: which group, the Actor, which group the Spectator?
We were not blown about by the wind. We simply made our own. Reply to this
Thank you, David, for your very profound and thought-provoking comments here.
You write that Sartre does not
care about the 'how' of the decision-making, but only that we not hide
from the necessity of making decisions. But he would care about the
'why' of it, wouldn't he? What I'm trying to get at is the motivating
force behind a given decision, the engine that propels us from a state
of passive Spectatorship to the Act itself.
I believe that what human beings
most want is the knowledge that our lives have been
significant--meaningful--in some way. Of course the individual
definitions of what qualifies as meaningful or significant vary
tremendously, from the criminal and crassly acquisitive to the
public-spirited, charitable, family-nurturing, artistic, altruistic,
and so on. The common denominator, though, would be the
self-perception of meaningfulness. That would put me smack in the
middle of the Viktor Frankl camp, since, as you know, he even founded
the clinical psychology field of logo therapy, which helps people
perceive the meaning in their lives. I read his book Man's Search for Meaning a long time ago, but I remember loving it.
The scenario you painted, in
which the military brats at a civilian high school skipped by the
locals to become the stand-out students, athletes, actors, leaders, and
went on to adult lives of similar stand-out status, is a common one.
It's true that brats tend to jump right in and "make our own," and
those accomplishments are real and meaningful. But I suggest it would
not be fair to conclude that the locals, by default, lack the will to
make their mark. I think there are two things at work here: First,
the locals are at a disadvantage when faced with the transient brat's
tremendous need to achieve personal significance in short order.
Second, locals who give way to the onslaught of brat super-achievers
learn to find their meaning elsewhere--and I suspect a thorough study
of the lives of such locals would show that they had learned to seek
avenues of meaning that had not been singled out by ambitious brats.
It comes down to the 'why' of decision-making, and I'd like to bring up
something from my book that I think is relevant.
In the chapter "Military Brats as
Nomads," I wrote that military kids are often perceived as more
outgoing and assertive than other kids. "These kinds of
attributes, in children who are not troublemakers, are often favored by
teachers and parents, who tend to interpret them as signs of
well-adjusted, thriving, spirited individuals. The point here is not to
deny that these are signs of healthy adjustment, but to advance an
alternative notion--that, like the military brat antenna and the ability
to mimic, these are behaviors acquired for social survival.
"For military brats, time is
always short. They can't afford to wait around to be noticed or for
invitations to drift in. So they often force themselves to take the
stage, stand out int he crowd.... Or as the son of an Air Force
sergeant commented, 'The military life either makes or breaks your
personality. It
will
force your personality to change. If you're
outgoing anyway, you're lucky. But what if you're a homebody type
person, and you're forced to move around?'
"The lively, bold behavior observed by teachers and others is what I call forced extroversion:
extroverted behavior whether or not the individual is an extrovert
naturally. That would account for the often frenetically outgoing
nature of military brats, many of whom are in effect forcing their
personalities into an alien style.
"...Forced extroversion has
its useful side in later life: The behavior becomes so tried and true
that even if our extroversion goes underground in adulthood, it can be
pulled out when needed. For some military brats it becomes such an
important ingredient in their identity that it shapes their lives. The
constant role changes, the re-creation of self in new environments....
Military brats grow up learning how to put themselves out there on the social stage, gambling everything on their skills at attracting attention, winning approval, getting over an image.
"...In its most positive
manifestations during the school years, the forced extroversion of
military brats propels them beyond grade-getting into the rarefied
company of high achievers in activities requiring public performance.
Many tell of going all out for awards, school office, athletic teams,
band, drama, and other clubs as a means of integrating into the group
in short order. As with high grades, adults interpret this as evidence
of superior ability and fine character. They are not necessarily wrong
about that, but it might be more in line to view these things as
evidence of the skill military brats perfect in answer to a desperate
need to g
ain social footing on new ground.
"Military brats learn fairly
quickly to exploit the comparatively relaxed environment of most
civilian schools. Awards, leadership roles, parts in the play--all are
pretty much there for the asking if a kid wants them badly enough and
is willing to put in the hard work needed to get them. Other kids by
and large fall back in the face of the hard-driving ambition of the
military brat.... A number of military brats told of running for--and
walking away with--class offices, sometimes within weeks of arriving in
a new school. An Army major's daughter, a talented artist, said, "I
knew that by using art, wherever I was, I could plug in. We [military
brats] were like the traveling Jews: You pick up your violin, and the
next place you go, you can join the symphony.'"
In conclusion, I would say that
on some deep level, a brat walking into a civilian school--probably in
the middle of the school year--perceives that, at a time of life when
social networks are everything, the local civilian kids hold all the
cards. In such a setting, there are only two ways to become somebody--with
personal significance that is publicly validated:
be very, very competitive in order to go the high-profile, high-achieving route;
or go directly to one of the out-groups, which always accept new
members, in order to go the high-profile, low-achieving route.
If we brats outstrip our civilian peers in the quest for social significance, it may or may not be because we are more talented--but it sure as hell is because we're more desperate.
Now THIS in an interesting Blog. I'm a 49 year old Navy Brat, son of a Navy Brat, and I've just recently started to look for possible explanation into what I believe is a sad legacy of bratdom. I was a shy MB, my mom would have to kick me out of the house, telling me "Go make friends!" Of course, eventually, you would make friends- very close friends with kids on the base just like you. The only problem being that usually just as these frienships blossomed, your Dad got orders. The next thing you know it's 4 am and you are driving across country. The strange thing I recall is that you never heard from or attempted to contact your friends again. I think... as an emotional defense, in order to stop the grieving, they soon became blank to you. In 79, my Dad retired and my folks moved to Scotland. I moved out to Washington State. No surprise, is it, that that defensive reaction kicked in, and I have had very scant contact with my family in the last 30 years. I have lived in Seattle now for 27 years.. and after about 20 years, I suddenly realized that Seattle is "home". You'd think I'd be free to develop and maintain close relationships. Experience would indicate otherwise.... I think that... after a certain period, even though no one is moving away, I end my friendships, and my guess is that I do so in order to mitigate the risk. I'm thinking it may be that inner military brat defensive mechanism gone amok. On the outside you would think that I am an affable friendly funny easy to yak with person, and I am... but somewhere deep inside (where it's a secret to me), other forces are acting. And even worse legacy is that now I'm wary of even engaging in close relationships in order to protect other people from my pattern. That's not good!
I've come to these conclusions on my own (after considerable examination of my past), so I suspect... they may be all wrong. I may have just been a weird kid who turned into a weird adult! Albeit a weird adult trying to evolve beyond a self induced (Military Brat induced???) legacy of inner loneliness.
It would be nice to know if there are any other MB's that this sounds familar to, or not. If so, I may be on the right path, if not, I have to look elsewhere.
I'll keeped tuned to this blog, thanks, Mike in Seattle. Reply to this
Thanks for posting such a sensitive meditation on the "itch" military brats feel when we are too long in one place.
I really liked the image of the parcel never quite catching up. I think the experience of finally "settling down" sometimes feels like "settling", a betrayal of that particular survival instinct that never accepts stasis as a reality. I was discussing Sartre in my graduate class the other day and it occured to me that in many ways military brats are test cases in always living in, and I'm paraphrasing, the fashion of what we WILL be in the mode of what we ARE. Time displacement lurks in the corners of our souls, and the present tense of our lives is really a rehersal for some mysterious future tense. We have to learn to relax and let our present be our present tense, if that is possible.
I think we deserve the title of brat in the sense that we are spoiled with novelty. For many people, novelty means a new car, or a new friend. For us, novelty means a completely new environment. We say "been there, done that" after a few years and then want to move on.
Thank God for the Internet. It gives us the opportunity to break out of our static lives and to experience novelty. We are able to finally unwrap the parcel from the privacy of that strange, present-tense existence that is every bit as novel as a new APO.
5/24/2006 11:01 AM
Morgan Sloane wrote:
Thank you. I look forward to more articles and to contributing some, too. Reply to this
5/24/2006 9:40 AMApril wrote:
I'm proud to be a military brat, but it has been hard to get rid of that need to relocate every 3-4 years... Reply to this
5/24/2006 7:51 AMsarah bird wrote:
Mary, Brat Goddess, we all salute you! You named our Invisible Nation and now will help us to understand it. I can't wait to find time to add a reflection or two and to read comments as they come in. I will spread the word as best I can. We can never thank you enough, Sarah Reply to this
Just finished reading Milatary Brats: Legacies of Childhoon inside the Fortress. I cannot just not tell you how much this book has meant to me. Thank you so much for your effort. Do you conduct seminars? Luther "Griff" Jones, Stugart High School, '57-59'
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Mary--sometimes I have to read your blog in several sittings. You see it touches my very core and that you get it just amazes me. You saw what we knew was there but couldn't define. You take it and look at it and are able to really see it. It, of course, is our life as a military brat.
I have thought before that my husband and I are alone in this. Our parents were raised in one place and our children in one place.
Although my daughter says she is a BRAT by proxie or 2nd generation. She has some of the same feelings we do, which I find interesting. Perhaps because we do not have extended family close by.
I read this blog today. I will read it again tomorrow. As I know I will see particulars of it that touch me.
I truly appreciate your insight into this.
Candyce
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Military Brat Wikipedia Article Is Under Attack
This article on American Military brats has come under attack in its discussion area by those who: 1) Are calling for its award status to be revoked 2) Are claiming that the claims of military brat sub-culure are spurious.
There is other controvery on the site, but that is between brats. The issue of concern is not brat-to-brat disagreement, but those who are pushing to have the article demoted (revokation of its award status); buried (there is an attempt to bury it within other articles) and revoked-- some are calling for the military article to be defined as irrelevant by Wikipedia.
Any one who reads this should go make their voice heard:
Please note-- it's important to understand that there are TWO related sites 1) the discussion page and 2) the actually wikipedia article on military brats which is under attack.
Here is the discussion page link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Talk:Military_brat_%28U.S._subculture%29
And here is the article itself, which some people (a group?) are pushing to demote or revoke.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Military_brat_%28U.S._subculture%29
Thanks for anyone who will take a few minutes to make their voices heard on this-- this Wikipedia article has recently become a major Internet source on military brats so protecting its status is important.
The attacks on it seem to be politically motivated-- which makes no sense since my sense is that the brat identity movement is cultural and is based on common experience and is non-political.
So why it has become such a target escapes me.
Phil
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Mary, your book made us think so much about time and how we brats think of it. And the rootlessness. My husband and I are both Air Force Brats. It has been a new revelation to us to read your book and see the DVD Brats Our Journey Home. To know others feel as we do just means so much.
We have lived here 27 years. Do we feel we belong? No! We stayed to raise our children.
It has helped us to identify our strenghts and to work with our deficits. We are 53 and just now understanding so many things about us.
I know your book said most brats marry a rooted person. All of our siblings indeed did do that. I wondered how it was for Paul and I both being brats.
I came up with a positive--we understand how each other feels.
Oddly enough soon after we married both our mothers died a day a part of the same disease--breast cancer. We knew each other felt what the other one did. There was some comfort in this.
And can you imagine--both our fathers names are Clarence--and no we did not name either of our sons that!
See we are joined at the hip!
We realize we react very much with emotion and now understand why.
Thank you so, so much for all your research and insight into your book. I am buying copies for friends and family. I am looking forward to reading your blog.
Candyce Zinkgraf Kamphaus
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I went to a high school class reunion (my last) a few years back and remember what one of the cheer leaders said as I was leaving. She said, “Look at them, David. You Westover people are carrying the ball again.”
I looked around and there “they” were, men and women now, the Student Government, the club leaders, the athletes, the scholars, the poets, the lead actors in the school play, all of the military brats from the base standing in a circle to themselves, talking of old times, swapping stories, and laughing. Around them sitting often one to a table, alone and watching the circle of friends that I had just left, were the locals, the townees, the ones we left behind.
We traveled thousands of miles to be there. The locals got in their car and drove for at most an hour. We are now the writers, the politicians, the community leaders, the school principals, and yes, the movie stars. I don’t mean to brag, but I don’t remember one remarkable person amongst the locals.
Happiness is always subjective but I ask you: which group, the Actor, which group the Spectator?
We were not blown about by the wind. We simply made our own.
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Thank you, David, for your very profound and thought-provoking comments here.
You write that Sartre does not care about the 'how' of the decision-making, but only that we not hide from the necessity of making decisions. But he would care about the 'why' of it, wouldn't he? What I'm trying to get at is the motivating force behind a given decision, the engine that propels us from a state of passive Spectatorship to the Act itself.
I believe that what human beings most want is the knowledge that our lives have been significant--meaningful--in some way. Of course the individual definitions of what qualifies as meaningful or significant vary tremendously, from the criminal and crassly acquisitive to the public-spirited, charitable, family-nurturing, artistic, altruistic, and so on. The common denominator, though, would be the self-perception of meaningfulness. That would put me smack in the middle of the Viktor Frankl camp, since, as you know, he even founded the clinical psychology field of logo therapy, which helps people perceive the meaning in their lives. I read his book Man's Search for Meaning a long time ago, but I remember loving it.
The scenario you painted, in which the military brats at a civilian high school skipped by the locals to become the stand-out students, athletes, actors, leaders, and went on to adult lives of similar stand-out status, is a common one. It's true that brats tend to jump right in and "make our own," and those accomplishments are real and meaningful. But I suggest it would not be fair to conclude that the locals, by default, lack the will to make their mark. I think there are two things at work here: First, the locals are at a disadvantage when faced with the transient brat's tremendous need to achieve personal significance in short order. Second, locals who give way to the onslaught of brat super-achievers learn to find their meaning elsewhere--and I suspect a thorough study of the lives of such locals would show that they had learned to seek avenues of meaning that had not been singled out by ambitious brats. It comes down to the 'why' of decision-making, and I'd like to bring up something from my book that I think is relevant.
In the chapter "Military Brats as Nomads," I wrote that military kids are often perceived as more outgoing and assertive than other kids. "These kinds of attributes, in children who are not troublemakers, are often favored by teachers and parents, who tend to interpret them as signs of well-adjusted, thriving, spirited individuals. The point here is not to deny that these are signs of healthy adjustment, but to advance an alternative notion--that, like the military brat antenna and the ability to mimic, these are behaviors acquired for social survival.
"For military brats, time is always short. They can't afford to wait around to be noticed or for invitations to drift in. So they often force themselves to take the stage, stand out int he crowd.... Or as the son of an Air Force sergeant commented, 'The military life either makes or breaks your personality. It will force your personality to change. If you're outgoing anyway, you're lucky. But what if you're a homebody type person, and you're forced to move around?'
"The lively, bold behavior observed by teachers and others is what I call forced extroversion: extroverted behavior whether or not the individual is an extrovert naturally. That would account for the often frenetically outgoing nature of military brats, many of whom are in effect forcing their personalities into an alien style.
"...Forced extroversion has its useful side in later life: The behavior becomes so tried and true that even if our extroversion goes underground in adulthood, it can be pulled out when needed. For some military brats it becomes such an important ingredient in their identity that it shapes their lives. The constant role changes, the re-creation of self in new environments.... Military brats grow up learning how to put themselves out there on the social stage, gambling everything on their skills at attracting attention, winning approval, getting over an image.
"...In its most positive manifestations during the school years, the forced extroversion of military brats propels them beyond grade-getting into the rarefied company of high achievers in activities requiring public performance. Many tell of going all out for awards, school office, athletic teams, band, drama, and other clubs as a means of integrating into the group in short order. As with high grades, adults interpret this as evidence of superior ability and fine character. They are not necessarily wrong about that, but it might be more in line to view these things as evidence of the skill military brats perfect in answer to a desperate need to g ain social footing on new ground.
"Military brats learn fairly quickly to exploit the comparatively relaxed environment of most civilian schools. Awards, leadership roles, parts in the play--all are pretty much there for the asking if a kid wants them badly enough and is willing to put in the hard work needed to get them. Other kids by and large fall back in the face of the hard-driving ambition of the military brat.... A number of military brats told of running for--and walking away with--class offices, sometimes within weeks of arriving in a new school. An Army major's daughter, a talented artist, said, "I knew that by using art, wherever I was, I could plug in. We [military brats] were like the traveling Jews: You pick up your violin, and the next place you go, you can join the symphony.'"
In conclusion, I would say that on some deep level, a brat walking into a civilian school--probably in the middle of the school year--perceives that, at a time of life when social networks are everything, the local civilian kids hold all the cards. In such a setting, there are only two ways to become somebody--with personal significance that is publicly validated: be very, very competitive in order to go the high-profile, high-achieving route; or go directly to one of the out-groups, which always accept new members, in order to go the high-profile, low-achieving route.
If we brats outstrip our civilian peers in the quest for social significance, it may or may not be because we are more talented--but it sure as hell is because we're more desperate.
Reply to this
Now THIS in an interesting Blog. I'm a 49 year old Navy Brat, son of a Navy Brat, and I've just recently started to look for possible explanation into what I believe is a sad legacy of bratdom. I was a shy MB, my mom would have to kick me out of the house, telling me "Go make friends!" Of course, eventually, you would make friends- very close friends with kids on the base just like you. The only problem being that usually just as these frienships blossomed, your Dad got orders. The next thing you know it's 4 am and you are driving across country. The strange thing I recall is that you never heard from or attempted to contact your friends again. I think... as an emotional defense, in order to stop the grieving, they soon became blank to you. In 79, my Dad retired and my folks moved to Scotland. I moved out to Washington State. No surprise, is it, that that defensive reaction kicked in, and I have had very scant contact with my family in the last 30 years. I have lived in Seattle now for 27 years.. and after about 20 years, I suddenly realized that Seattle is "home". You'd think I'd be free to develop and maintain close relationships. Experience would indicate otherwise.... I think that... after a certain period, even though no one is moving away, I end my friendships, and my guess is that I do so in order to mitigate the risk. I'm thinking it may be that inner military brat defensive mechanism gone amok. On the outside you would think that I am an affable friendly funny easy to yak with person, and I am... but somewhere deep inside (where it's a secret to me), other forces are acting. And even worse legacy is that now I'm wary of even engaging in close relationships in order to protect other people from my pattern. That's not good!
I've come to these conclusions on my own (after considerable examination of my past), so I suspect... they may be all wrong. I may have just been a weird kid who turned into a weird adult! Albeit a weird adult trying to evolve beyond a self induced (Military Brat induced???) legacy of inner loneliness.
It would be nice to know if there are any other MB's that this sounds familar to, or not. If so, I may be on the right path, if not, I have to look elsewhere.
I'll keeped tuned to this blog, thanks, Mike in Seattle.
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Mary,
Thanks for posting such a sensitive meditation on the "itch" military brats feel when we are too long in one place.
I really liked the image of the parcel never quite catching up. I think the experience of finally "settling down" sometimes feels like "settling", a betrayal of that particular survival instinct that never accepts stasis as a reality. I was discussing Sartre in my graduate class the other day and it occured to me that in many ways military brats are test cases in always living in, and I'm paraphrasing, the fashion of what we WILL be in the mode of what we ARE. Time displacement lurks in the corners of our souls, and the present tense of our lives is really a rehersal for some mysterious future tense. We have to learn to relax and let our present be our present tense, if that is possible.
I think we deserve the title of brat in the sense that we are spoiled with novelty. For many people, novelty means a new car, or a new friend. For us, novelty means a completely new environment. We say "been there, done that" after a few years and then want to move on.
Thank God for the Internet. It gives us the opportunity to break out of our static lives and to experience novelty. We are able to finally unwrap the parcel from the privacy of that strange, present-tense existence that is every bit as novel as a new APO.
Cheers.
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Thank you. I look forward to more articles and to contributing some, too.
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I'm proud to be a military brat, but it has been hard to get rid of that need to relocate every 3-4 years...
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Mary, Brat Goddess, we all salute you! You named our Invisible Nation and now will help us to understand it. I can't wait to find time to add a reflection or two and to read comments as they come in. I will spread the word as best I can. We can never thank you enough, Sarah
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