Deracination: a story of the military life.

I stood in my kitchen leaning back against the counter. I could feel the draft from the window above the sink hitting my back. It only added to my chills; I was in a solemn mood as it was. Halfway through my junior year of high school, I had just gotten home from school after a disastrous midterm exam and now this. Dad had beaten us home and told us he wanted to have a …

…that a life of moving inflicts. Moving has been the hardest struggle I have had to continually deal with. Had I known of this word, the comfort I could have gained from it could have been phenomenal. Finally, I had come across something to firmly identify with; to deracinate means to pull out by the root; uproot; to displace from one's native or accustomed environment. How perfect of a way to describe my military life.