Bro. Preaster and Bro. Pringle along with a few students and faculty from Niles C. Kinnick High School on CFAY in Yokosuka came together to recognized this special day on April 17th 2024.

The Brothers of Upsilon Lambda Lambda also would like to share and submit this poem that captures the essence of why the "Month of the Military Child" is so important:

"I am a Military Child. My hometown is nowhere, my friends are everywhere, and if I haven’t been someplace yesterday, I am sure to go there tomorrow. I grew up with colors every morning and was called home by Reveille in the evenings. Along with the knowledge that home is where the heart is and the family – with no dependence on the dwelling.

Mobility is my way of life. I have found security and happiness in hotels and guest houses, in duplexes and apartments around the world. Some would wonder about my roots, yet they are as deep and strong as the mighty oak. I sink them quickly, absorbing all an area offers and hopefully giving enrichment in return.

Like all military children, I can say “Hello,” “Good-bye,” and count to 10 in many languages. I can tell of the shores of California, the marketplaces of Mexico, the Torii of Japan; my shelves look like those of an import shop, for my memories span the globe.

Travel has taught me to be open. I have seen more of the world than most people do in a lifetime; I have touched many and allowed their cultures to touch me. Shaking hands with the universe, I find brotherhood in all men.

Just as there is joy in meeting, so is there pain in parting; and although practice makes perfect, there is no way to perfect “Good-bye.” Farewells are never easy. Yet, even in sorrow comes strength and an ability to face tomorrow with anticipation. And if when we leave one place I feel that half my world has been left behind, I also know that the other half is still waiting to be met.

As a Military Child, I meet others with an extended hand and heart. Friendships are formed in hours and kept for decades. I will never grow up with someone, but I will mature with many, and the help that I offer today will be returned farther down the road. Be it inevitable that paths part, there is constant hope that they will meet again.

I feel fortunate to live in a society of tradition drawing from the past to enhance the present – where silver baby cups announce life, horse-drawn caissons pronounce death and the living in between is dedicated to the service of God, man and our Nation.

Love of country, respect and pride fill my being when Old Glory passes in review. As I stand to honor the flag, so also do I stand to honor all service members, most especially to the one whose life created mine. Because of them I have shared in the rich heritage of military life."