In the 1950's nobody addressed the problem of being a military dependent and having to move so often. Dependents, both spouses and children, were expected to just move where ever orders sent the family and adjust. No one talked about the difficulty for a child to have to leave a friend or change schools in the middle of a semester. No one talked about the fact that you may be learning something in one school and when you move to another area, that subject is just not as important as it was in the school you've just left. No one talked about how a child could get so far behind in their studies during travel time. No one talked about any of the difficulties of being a military dependent.
No one talked about the difficulty you would have in forming close relationships. One becomes numb to forming close relationships when one knows it is only a temporary situation. Most relationships become superficial, you don't want to become too close because of the pain involved in the separation. You know in most cases you would either not ever see that person again, or if you did see them again, it could be many years later.
Of course, there are many benefits to being a military dependent too. Seeing different cultures and countries is probably the most important benefit, as one learns how other people differ and yet are the same.
I had known Brenda casually before we traveled home together, but we became good friends on the journey back to California. I was headed back to Southern California, Brenda was headed to the mid-west. Now, we were docked in San Francisco Bay and it was time to say goodbye. We exchanged addresses and promised to write one another, a promise not kept. We hugged and said goodbye, then went our separate ways. I fought back the tears. I wouldn't ever see Brenda again.