Actually I was discharged over two months ago. Been taking it easy since (maybe a little too easy) and life is good-ish.
For some background here’s my sentiments before the experience,
During (I was a private when I wrote that, bottom of the food chain)
Time has proven breaking up with her was a fine move indeed and after a bitter email exchange we no longer communicate which is sort of a shame but not going to lose sleep over it.
The conscription experience (I described it as a Korean male rite of passage in one of those posts) was a beneficial one, I think, if not always a pleasant one. Now I will spend the rest of my life milking that fucker for all it’s worth. Get me within 10 feet of a beer and I will tell you longwinded stories about sleeping outdoors in subzero temperatures or firing 25kg of death from a hunk of metal older than my dad (affectionately known as the 똥포 “shit cannon” among gunners). I always thought it was an ugly, dated looking piece of machinery, but now that I’m done I think it had a sort of steampunk charm.
In case anyone’s curious, the latter half of my army experience was more pleasant, and I was generally regarded as the nice coporal/sergeant, because I didn’t smack or swear at my underlings or generally give a shit about what they did. I eventually became chief of section, and I led my men with warm indifference.
Thanks to the army I have the confidence that I’ve never had before, a whole bunch of memories that mostly involve digging and carrying heavy shit, and a recurring pain in my left knee.
So would I do it all over again? Fuck no. But hey, it’s over and done with so yay for me.