The first time I ever visited Huntsville, AL, it was on a business trip. I walked into the office on a Thursday morning, and at some point my managers asked me if I was willing to fly to Huntsville that night. When you are young and childfree, as I was, the only appropriate answer to that question was "Yes."
One of my first encounters was with a very Southern gentleman who promptly asked me that question that is the bane of all military brats, "Where are you from?"
"Uh, well, all over."
"Where'd you grow up?"
"Nebraska"
"Yankee!"
The thing about being a military Brat is that... while I have an awareness of regionalism in the U.S., I don't identify with it. I identify as an American, and that's that. One nation, no North or South, no East or West, just one nation.
One of my first encounters was with a very Southern gentleman who promptly asked me that question that is the bane of all military brats, "Where are you from?"
"Uh, well, all over."
"Where'd you grow up?"
"Nebraska"
"Yankee!"
The thing about being a military Brat is that... while I have an awareness of regionalism in the U.S., I don't identify with it. I identify as an American, and that's that. One nation, no North or South, no East or West, just one nation.
