I visit the Brats website from time to time and it strikes me how our lives are all so similar. Regardless of the various places we each have been, there is that common thread that bonds us. We may be citizens of the world, but that pride in country and what our fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters sacrificed is profound. Whenever I have occasion to meet or chat with a military brat there is an almost instant kinship. It doesn't seem to matter whether you were a jock, class clown (that would be me), class president or one of the crowd. We've all become members of a brotherhood/sisterhood that transcends all of the ways each of us chose to cope with the stress of our lifestyles. Last June at my mom's funeral, a eulogy was read that contained many anecdotes of our military life, from picking almonds in our backyard in California, being evacuated by boat from our home in Louisiana to touring the Nazi deathcamps in Germany. Trade any of that? Never...