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It was always a quick turnaround. The Army has a funny habit of doing that (though my mother would disagree on the choice of adjective here). We’d stay in one place for a few years, usually no more than two, and then the Army would ship my dad off to his next duty station. We always went with him. Since I was born in Monterey Bay, California, my family had moved three times: first to Fort Leavenworth, Kansas (two years), then Fort Hood, Texas (three years, where my brother was born, the longest time we’d ever lived in one place), and then to Fort Polk, Louisiana (“home of hicks and crawfish”--my mother). In April of 2006, it was time to make my fourth move in seven years of life.
Wells, Hannah Rauhut
The Peregrine Review: Vol. 33, Article 42.
Available at: https://mosaic.messiah.edu/peregrinereview/vol33/iss1/42