The military isn’t for everybody. I was an intelligence analyst, not a Green Beret, SEAL or infantryman. I don’t know if I’d been able to do those things.
The thing about me is, vet, I’ve always had a combative personality that generally distrusts authority.
I suspect that if I had joined the military, eventually I’d be cut loose for not getting along with someone, not obeying properly or just generally being unmanageable.
It saddens me, because I imagine that military instruction would have benefitted me greatly in that regard, and perhaps would have helped me overcome that personality flaw.
The true root of my problem is that my father was not in my life from very early on, and knowing him it is probably for the best that he was not. What I see in the military is real men, and I wish that I could have learned from them, from even one.
I suppose that I am happy that I did have my step father, a coast guard captain of a drug busting boat in Miami. He was a son of a *****, a violent alcoholic who made my life, my brother’s and my mother’s Hell. But the manly things that I do know, that I was taught as a boy came from him, because despite his anger he cared enough to put them in me.
I think I have viewed the military as the place where true men are made and where they can be found, and it really, really bothers me that it is being changed in the particular way that it is being changed now.
I ramble on though. God bless you and thank you, vet.