Army vet here. No, the military isn’t that bad. It’s just . . . different.
The military is different than anything else you will ever do with your life. You will do things, see things, and go places you would have no chance of experiencing outside the military.
It’s also a hard life. The saying is that there are three ways to do things: The right way, the wrong way, and the army way. From what I hear, the Navy is even more rule crazy, and that’s pretty farkin’ crazy.
You do a lot of PT. You do a lot of busy work. You do a lot of waiting. You do a lot of wondering about what’s going on back home. Speaking of home, you won’t see it very much, what with being stationed overseas or TDY or being deployed to wherever you’re needed. The bullshit level is incredible. Some of the people you will take orders from will be living saints. Some will be dumber than anything you could have dreamed up in civilian life. Most will be somewhere in between.
If you have a girlfriend or spouse before you went in to basic, you will most likely not have him or her by the time you are discharged (The drills love to bring this up in basic training.). Quite a few vets, myself included, also experience some degree of alienation even from their immediate families. Even if you don’t see combat, you will see enough so that you will not be the same person coming out as going in.
You also have to face the possibility of combat or an otherwise life-threatening situation. In this day and age, you might have to participate in a conflict that is at odds with any moral convictions you might have, and don’t think for a second that your scruples matter in the grand scheme of things. If you are called, you go or face the consequences, and those consequences are horrendous. They will follow you around for the rest of your life.
And yet, I’m so glad I went in. I thank the god I don’t believe in that I enlisted. The army took me and helped me mature. It helped me toughen up to meet challenges. It gave me discipline and a direction in life. Yes, I hated the bullshit, but overall, it was worth it. I think about my friends from college, and how they’re all doctors, lawyers, accountants and insurance executives now. They’re living the same life they were living way back when we graduated. Boringly bourgeoise. Thanks in part to the mental and psychological changes I went through in the army, and thanks to my wife, whom I met in the army, I was able to break out of that mold. I was lucky enough not to see combat, although I still got pretty banged up, which plays hell with my workouts nowadays.
I could not in good faith recommend the military to anyone. If people press me, I tell them that if I had known what I was getting myself into, I never would have done it in a million years . . . Therefore I’m extremely thankful that I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. I knew the risks, I raised my right hand, and I walked in with my eyes wide shut, and a decade later, I have no regrets.
Except for when I told that E-6 to go fuck himself when I was in Korea. I wound up being kind of sorry I did that. Oh well, those port-a-potties don’t clean themselves I guess. Someone has to do it. :smack: