The military. Did you join? Why or why not?

There was no military tradition in my family to begin with and I had my sights
set on going to college. At the time, I saw the military as place where they make
you get up before dawn and run around all day while screaming in your face.

In High School (mid 70s) I took an aptitude test (it was probably the ASVAB) and
did extremely well. I can’t remember why I took the test - perhaps it was out of curiosity.
A military person went over the test results with me and tried to talk me into joining
but I told them I was not interested. Unfortunately, they somehow got my home phone number.

Soon after that I started getting phone calls from recruiters trying to
get me to join. After getting several calls and telling them “no” every time
I started to hang up on them. Seconds after hanging up the phone would ring again.
Right after picking up the phone and saying “hello?” the caller would
slam his phone receiver down with a bang. In one instance, after I hung
up on the recruiter my mom was the one who answered the phone. They
asked for me, my mom handed me the phone and once again I heard
the phone on the other end slammed down after I had said “hello”. One day
after I hung up on the recruiter for about the 5th time the phone rang again
and my mom was the one who answered. When they asked for me she
realized it was the recruiter. After chewing him out she told them I was
not interested in joining. They never called again.

:+1: In France that would be the role of each fire battery lieutnant, assisted (25 years ago :roll_eyes:) by computer.

I didn’t join for any of those reasons. I joined because of a letter I received in the mail. The letter began, “Greetings from the President of the United States.”

I joined the Air Force in 2010 but was only in for two years before being honorably discharged.

Despite opposing Bush’s disastrous invasions, I really wanted to serve after 9/11, but his decisions made me wary of enlisting while he was president. So when Obama became president, I was more hopeful that he would be different and would inevitably get us out of there (Spoiler Alert: He wasn’t and didn’t), so I felt like it was a good time to finally join.

Despite being gay and trans (but still in the closet), I still went ahead and enlisted during DADT thinking that I can just hide who I am and I’d be okay. I couldn’t hide it as well as I thought I could and so ended up getting a lot of comments and jokes about it. My paranoia of being outed ended up isolating me from others, but at least I had friends who accepted me in Tech School.

It got worse when I was stationed in Okinawa and ended up in a job I had no experience or training in and not only was I miserable not being able to do what I joined to do, the people I worked with were not so accepting. I isolated myself even further to the point where I tried to take my own life around the same time I found out my father was dying. After being sent to a psych ward/rehab for a month, I came back not giving a crap about anything anymore and was given the option to separate early.

I don’t regret joining, but I do regret how it all ended up. And I still get disability and VA benefits to this day and will for the rest of my life, so it ended up pretty well for me.

Today is the anniversary of the day I enlisted in 2003 (on Friday the 13th!). Several members of my extended family had been in the military so it was always something I had in the back of my mind as something I might want to do some day. After 9/11, I began to give it some serious thought. I made up my mind when I realized I would regret it if I didn’t join.

In the Army the FDC is the Fire Direction Center. On page 1-1 of this Marine manual they also use the same term. It’s an Army manual but on a Marine site.

Oops. You’re right – it was MEPS. Must be getting senile in my old age…

Been meaning to address this.

Artillery is all about control of fires. And Fire Direction is all about controlling indirect fire. Artillery has been called King of the Battlefield since colonial times, and before (➜ CMH Publications Catalog - KING OF BATTLE: A BRANCH HISTORY OF THE U.S. ARMY'S FIELD ARTILLERY)

Much of Marine Corps artillery comes from the US Army. When we train and go to artillery school, we go to Fort Sill, Lawton OK. To Marine Corps training at the US Army Field Artillery School.

While yes, sometimes “center” is used, it is used as Fire Direction Control Center. But the C in FDC is Fire Direction Control.

Search, “fire direction control” usmc document ➜ "fire direction control" usmc document - Google Search
• Army document, “Fire Direction Control”; FM 3-22.91 ➜ https://www.marines.mil/Portals/1/Publications/FM%203-22.91%20Jul%202008%20PT%201.pdf
• USMC Intelligence Ops, “Fire Direction Control”; MCWP 2-10 ➜ https://www.marines.mil/Portals/1/Publications/MCWP%202-10.pdf
• USMC MAGTF (“mag taff”) Intelligence Collection “Fire Direction Control”; MCWP 2-2 ➜ https://www.marines.mil/Portals/1/Publications/MCWP%202-2%20MAGTF%20Intelligence%20Collection.pdf

USMC MOS 0844 = Field Artillery Fire Control Man
USMC MOS 0848 = Field Artillery Operations Chief

I was 0844 then became 0848 after graduating from the Ops Chief career course in Fort Sill. The Ops Chief (me) is in charge of the FDC, and Survey, and Meteorology — all

Army MOS FDC
13J = Fire Control Specialist

So, it’s Fire Direction Control. While Center is sometimes used, officially it’s Control.

Yep, I did, and can pretty much follow a nostalgic trip down various forms of media at the time to tell my story. . . I’m a first-generation military family member, but had some grand-uncles who served in WWII. None of my parents’ generation got drafted, and Vietnam was just a thing from the news for me as a kid.

Back when I was a little kid,way before the first move, I started to take interest in airplanes (early '80s). Now, keep in mind that this was a high time of the Cold War, with the Berlin Wall, nukes, Reagan & Gorbachov, etc. Thankfully, as a child, I had free & frequent access to the 1963 edition of the World Book Encyclopedia, which as the Wikipedia of its day I naturally found fascinating, but it was also rabidly anti-Soviet as it should be, by Og.. As a kid in '85, I remember hearing in AM radio news that Chernyenko died and Gorbachov came to power. I asked my Pop what was going on, and that’s when I got “the Talk.” about the Cold War, you perv.

Naturally, as a young kid, reading the propaganda encyclopedia, and being interested in airplanes, I wanted to become a fighter pilot. And then. . . Top Gun came out. I was hell bent on the Air Force and the Academy. A few years later, around sixth grade, ('88-89) my eyesight tanked to where I needed glasses. Flying was gonna be a struggle. But then. . . the Berlin Wall fell, and I remember Tom Brokaw on the news, marking a historic moment in my young, impressionable mind. The Godless Soviets were still extant at this point, even though there was a lot of confusion on how things were going to play out politically. And then . . . The Hunt for Red October came out ('90) opening up a whole different world through Tom Clancy. It was tough, but I did read Red Storm Rising as best I could–it was a little over my head back then which introduced me to the concept of combined arms and all the stuff a kid with glasses could do. I was already set on joining the military at this point, still wanting to fly, hoping they’d take a nerdy kid from New Jersey with acne and glasses.

And then. . . Desert Shield & Desert Storm hit, doubling down on damn near everything. Then the Soviets “fell” in late '91, but inertia is a damn hard thing to break in a young, determined man–it was the military for me! After that, and high school, I looked at a few options to include the academies, but had really started developing an interest in Engineering, which one ROTC program seemed a pretty good fit for. I applied and got into Air Force ROTC, and while still suffering from poor eyesight, didn’t get selected for flight, but did get coded as a 32E, ‘Civil Engineer’–the Bob Vila of the Air Force. But I wanted more . . . I started looking at EOD (part of Civil Engineers in the Air Force) on my first tour in Minot, but couldn’t get a slot to the schoolhouse due to being “too junior” at the time. So, I requested and got an assignment to a RED HORSE unit (AF equivalent of USN SeaBees), and reapplied to the EOD program.

At this point, with six years in, I was told I was “too senior” to start EOD School, so I took a staff job in Georgia to lick my wounds and figure out a new career path. My Colonel took an interest in mentoring me, and asked what I wanted to do in the Air Force. I told him the history, my wanting to go EOD, but ultimately told him I was going to separate. He spoke with his boss, a 1-star, and after some heavy discussion on how big a deal this was going to be (to include a “Make us proud, Trip!”) I was assigned a slot to the Schoolhouse. This simple act changed my professional trajectory. . .

From there it was an EOD tour in Utah, a one-year trip to Kunsan AB, and then a PCS to Kirtland AFB in NM for more EOD work. The Hurt Locker was a pivotal example of what I was involved with. Around the spring of 2015, the Air Force was realizing my year group and career field was wildly overmanned, so they offered me an early retirement, which I took in December 2015. Two weeks later, I capitalized on my experience to start with my current employer, which has very strong ties to the military. If you’ve watched any Academy Award-winning flicks in 2023, you’ll know what I now do.

Tripler
Still rabidly ant-Soviet 33 years later.

I volunteered to join the USAF in 1971 because I wanted to be in the Air Force. It was a great experience and I’d do it all over again.

Making bad movies?

Touché, mon ami.

Tripler
Touché. . .

Probably a good reason.

Joined the Marine Corps December of my senior year in high school and shipped out to Parris Island one month after graduating. Graduated as Honor Man for platoon 3062. Schools at Courthouse Bay CLNC. Stationed mostly on the east coast. CLNC, MCAS Beaufort, Quantico, NAS South Weymouth, MA. Recruiting duty in Louisiana. 1142 Electrical Equipment Repairman. Served with Air Wing, FSSG, and 3rd Marine Division. Okinawa, Phillipines, Thailand, Norway, Korea. Loved serving with the Marines. Awesome bunch of guys and ladies. Truthfully even the 10% that we’d complain about were normally better than 90% of the people on the other side of the gate. Retired after 20 years of service. I have made a lot of acquaintances in my lifetime and in my true circle of friends (the ones that you can depend on to help your family in the event you were to die) I have 8, two of those are Marines. Once a Marine, Always a Marine. Best move I ever made, best people in the world. Proud.

A nice story, and welcome to the Dope.

I feel fortunate for having served. I didn’t feel that way when I was in. You just did your job. But now that I’m retired and nearing 65 I look back on those years with gratefulness.

We have a special birthday coming up in November, our 250th. I’ve been working with some of the guys I served with to organize a reunion for our unit. It should be a nice celebration, not just my reunion but the birthday celebration for all Marines everywhere.

Semper Fidelis, and again welcome to the Dope!

Thank you Bullitt,

Hope your reunion goes great. Nothing like Marines as Eleanor Roosevelt said “The Marines I have seen around the world have the cleanest bodies, the filthiest minds, the highest morale, and the lowest morals of any group of animals I have ever seen. Thank God for the United States Marine Corps!”

God Bless You and God Bless The USA.

Semper Fi

Canada - my father signed up for the Air Force in 1939 (a couple of weeks after war was declared), Rejected (allegedly) due to flat feet and irregular heartbeat. Standards were lowered over the years, and he got in in 1942. After training and waiting to be shipped overseas, it was late 1943. The UK then had a surplus of pilots, and my father had lots of leaves and other time off (his letters home (all of which he kept) tell of lots of bike rides with buddies to the nearest town and hoisting a few in the local pub).

He recalled riding back to the base one night, and seeing/hearing hundreds of D-Day bound aircraft flying overhead.

He never saw action, and in June 1945, married his Canadian co-worker in London. (married couples could return home much faster than singles).

Yeah, I feel the same way. People often look back with rose-colored glasses but–in the moment–I don’t remember knowing very many people who were upset about getting out haha.

Many of us miss the camaraderie, but personally I think I miss the simplicity the most. As I get older and life gets more complex, I miss waking up knowing what I’m gonna wear, what I’m expected to do that day, how my work will be judged, etc etc.

I joined the Navy because I thought it was the best career option at the time, because I like ships and traveling, and because I wanted to do something interesting and valuable. I wanted to serve, and I thought it would be good for me as well. It was the right decision, though I’m glad that I completed my service and am now a civilian.

One thing I learned in the Navy (served from '02 to '07) was that it didn’t matter why someone joined. What mattered was what they did after joining. I knew guys who mostly joined because they were promised a bonus upon signing up, and turned out to be great sailors. And I knew guys who mostly joined because they wanted to fight for America, and ultimately just weren’t cut out for the Navy.

Yeah, my time in the Navy really reinforced my “don’t judge a book by its cover” ethos. You often can’t tell who is going to make it and who isn’t.

The biggest rockstar in my division was the kid from one of the rougher parts of Baltimore, while a couple of the eager corn-fed Captain-America lookin’ mother#$%^ers just couldn’t quite cut it.