When Your Civilian Friends Don’t Understand Military Time Zones
You’ve lived in four time zones in the past six years. Your best friend is in Germany. Your parents are in Florida. Your sister is in California. Scheduling a family video call requires a spreadsheet and an advanced mathematics degree.
“When are you free this weekend?” your civilian college friend asks, not understanding the existential weight of this question.
Free? The concept doesn’t translate. Your definition of “weekend” is a suggestion rather than a guarantee. Your Saturday might become someone else’s Sunday by the time the duty roster is finalized. Your “free” comes with asterisks and footnotes.
But the bigger issue is time zones. Your brain now automatically converts every timestamp into at least three different times. Someone says 3 PM and you think “okay, that’s 3 PM Eastern, which is noon Pacific, which is 2100 in Germany where my husband is currently deployed, which is yesterday in Japan where I was stationed last year…”
The Military Family Group Chat
Dad in North Carolina: “Good morning!”
You in Washington State: It’s 0430. It’s not morning. Nothing is good.
Brother in Japan: “Goodnight!”
Mom in Arizona (which doesn’t observe daylight saving time like normal states): “What time is it?”
Nobody knows. Everyone is confused. This is permanent.
The Holiday Coordination Olympics
Christmas dinner requires more logistical planning than a battalion movement. “We can do video call at 1400 Eastern, which is 1100 Pacific, which is 0200 tomorrow in Okinawa, so maybe Grandma can join from her time zone if we push it to 1500, but then California is still at breakfast and—”
Eventually everyone just gives up and opens presents on camera at random intervals throughout a 72-hour period. It’s chaos. It’s tradition. It’s military family life.
You’ll adapt. You’ll develop an instinctive sense of what “morning” means in seven time zones. Your phone will display three different clocks on the home screen.
And when you finally all land in the same time zone for a reunion, you’ll forget how to function without doing math in your head first.
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