Early Life Overseas
My father became fully enlisted in the United States Army around the time I was 9 years old. I didn't really have an idea as to what that would mean for us, in part becasue he didn't have a difinitive idea either. What we did know is that things were going to be be different from then on out, and surely they were. A few months after my dad finished basic training and recived his MO he recieved his PCS orders that sent us to German for the first time to a place called Büdigin. The culture shock that followed was like a freight train right into the throat, but I eventually got used it it after a few monthes. A lot happened in my time there and Germany slowly became the place I called home. Funny thing is, that when we were stationed back in the United States to Kansas, it was a culter shock all over again... but not nearly as bad.