WARNING: I don't tell very good stories. Don't read if you can't put up with my writing or have a short attention-span.
Hi, I posted a long time ago about questioning my chances of getting in with light asthma. I've wanted to join the army at that point, not really considering anything else. The problem was that after my recruiter heard the word asthma, she seemed to have dropped me to the bottom of the list, and it somehow got more difficult to contact her. It seemed like she had higher priority up and coming recruits, or more likely, she's gotten busy.
Fast forward to 2 weeks ago. I ran into an old friend and he brought up the subject of service, and said he enlisted... to the marines. He then told me of a recruiter who he had confirmed as a legit guy, according to his dad's confirmation. It seemed like a good idea, but I wanted to join the Army, not Marines. I wasn't crazy.
During the past two weeks, ever since I got the card, its like someone opened a door and opportunity slapped me in the face a few times. A few days later, I saw someone in my class reading pamphlets. He apparently comes from a marine family, and I got the chance to learn a lot more. I'll remember what he said. "I enlisted. I can do it. The only thing is that I know Paris Island is going to suck."
I admire all members of all forces. Actually, at some point in time, I wanted to join each branch. I took a tour on an aircraft carrier, bought some toy cruisers and subs too. I have a model F-22 in my room. I still think that marines have to have a bit of crazy in them. Normal people don't go and push themselves to their limits, do they?
After pacing in my room for what seems like hours, I took the plunge. I picked up that card and dialed that number quite nervously. The recruiter asked me some questions and made some conversation. Most of my answers were met with a mutter of "good, good, good...". Tomorrow I'm gonna see him, and even see him with that friend who gave me the card. I've planned to serve in the army, but now I've finally started to ask myself, am I crazy?
PS: That last rhetorical question was a metaphor of if I would be able to step up to the plate to be a marine. I don't refer to any actual mental problems associated to joining any branch of military.
I want to serve, but what makes a marine? Tell me, because I feel like I just woke up to this. If anyone wants to object, or compare branches, be my guest, but I've talked to Army men, and Navy men, and I've seen the statistics. Everyone in the military has weight to pull, but marines seem all in all to somehow end up doing more for less.
What is the thing that separates the Marines from the other branches? Is that barrier so big, or mostly imaginary? I think I've heard of someone going from Army to Marines. Please educate me, friends.
Ok, that's the end of my horrible attempt to write something artistically. You can stop cringing now. And if said something stupid, and deserving of it, feel free to give me an internet punch to the face.
Hi, I posted a long time ago about questioning my chances of getting in with light asthma. I've wanted to join the army at that point, not really considering anything else. The problem was that after my recruiter heard the word asthma, she seemed to have dropped me to the bottom of the list, and it somehow got more difficult to contact her. It seemed like she had higher priority up and coming recruits, or more likely, she's gotten busy.
Fast forward to 2 weeks ago. I ran into an old friend and he brought up the subject of service, and said he enlisted... to the marines. He then told me of a recruiter who he had confirmed as a legit guy, according to his dad's confirmation. It seemed like a good idea, but I wanted to join the Army, not Marines. I wasn't crazy.
During the past two weeks, ever since I got the card, its like someone opened a door and opportunity slapped me in the face a few times. A few days later, I saw someone in my class reading pamphlets. He apparently comes from a marine family, and I got the chance to learn a lot more. I'll remember what he said. "I enlisted. I can do it. The only thing is that I know Paris Island is going to suck."
I admire all members of all forces. Actually, at some point in time, I wanted to join each branch. I took a tour on an aircraft carrier, bought some toy cruisers and subs too. I have a model F-22 in my room. I still think that marines have to have a bit of crazy in them. Normal people don't go and push themselves to their limits, do they?
After pacing in my room for what seems like hours, I took the plunge. I picked up that card and dialed that number quite nervously. The recruiter asked me some questions and made some conversation. Most of my answers were met with a mutter of "good, good, good...". Tomorrow I'm gonna see him, and even see him with that friend who gave me the card. I've planned to serve in the army, but now I've finally started to ask myself, am I crazy?
PS: That last rhetorical question was a metaphor of if I would be able to step up to the plate to be a marine. I don't refer to any actual mental problems associated to joining any branch of military.
I want to serve, but what makes a marine? Tell me, because I feel like I just woke up to this. If anyone wants to object, or compare branches, be my guest, but I've talked to Army men, and Navy men, and I've seen the statistics. Everyone in the military has weight to pull, but marines seem all in all to somehow end up doing more for less.
What is the thing that separates the Marines from the other branches? Is that barrier so big, or mostly imaginary? I think I've heard of someone going from Army to Marines. Please educate me, friends.
Ok, that's the end of my horrible attempt to write something artistically. You can stop cringing now. And if said something stupid, and deserving of it, feel free to give me an internet punch to the face.
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