The U.S. Army

I have the right to talk shit about the Army, I did my time and got out honorably. After being "out" I've come to decide I don't regret going in, and I don't hate it (it's like the thing you love to hate). As a matter of fact, I've decided that as a final act of revenge for my kids, I'm going to convince them to join.  As a vet with a knowledge of HTML, it's my duty to complain/discuss it using the web.  Plus my shrink thinks its a good idea to help with the healing process so I don't end up in a bell tower with a fifth of jack and a rifle.  

    A brief overview of my career in the military is in order.  At 17 I joined the Army National guard, because I was still in school, and too young for the Army....The recruiter promised me I could throw hand grenades and shoot rifles while my friends had summer jobs.  Cool, I thought...so I signed up, and yup...I got to do all that stuff...it was fun, life was good.  After I graduated high school, I had to go finish my training. Turns out, I could read and write pretty good, so they wanted to make me a medic. Despite the fact that I knew nothing about the body, I agreed and became a pretty damn good one.  However,  I wanted more...one weekend a month was ok...but I enjoyed it so much I enlisted for full time.   I left my killer job that paid me more than my dad made and went active duty.  I actually told the recruiter that I didn't care about benefits, I wanted to be a soldier.  

      I was sent to Hawaii...to find myself in the 25th I.D. (ID stands for Infantry Division).  I got to save a few lives, see the world, competed in soldier of the month, soldier of the quarter, soldier of the year competitions and won them all.  I quickly moved up through the ranks and became senior line medic (which is a medic that is in the infantry).  At one point, I could do more infantry skills then most infantry guys.  I took it upon myself to study everything I could.  After all, if/when we went to war, it makes sense I would be able to operate every weapon in my platoon.  

    Then came time for reenlistment.  That's when I got screwed.  They LIED to me on my reenlistment, and as a result, I decided that I shouldn't be willing to sacrifice my life for liars.  I decided to get out.  The best way to "punish" them would be to simply not serve them anymore.  Keep in mind, I never did it for the money (there was none), or the college funds.  I did it because it was expected of me in my family.  I come from a long line of people who have served in the military.  

    Long story short, I signed  declination statement.  Basically, that means when your time is up, and you have reenlisted, you get your orders to your new assignment and you don't go.  There is no punishment per se, but you serve the remainder of your tour where you are.  Luckily the right officers saw my dedication to my job, and worked it so I wouldn't do the rest of my time in an infantry unit.  I was offered a position in an aviation unit- this made my life a lot better since they have a different mission, and thus, don't suffer in the rain and mud like infantry guys.  I did the rest of my time there, and despite the fact it was easier, I STILL broke my wrist, making me eligible for disability when I got "out"

So eventually my contract was up- I got out- HONORABLY.  With a messed up wrist I get to collect disability pay, and as such, I am able to go to college for free.  I don't regret my time in the army, but I still wish they didn't lie to me.  They could have had one of the best troops for about 20 years, or until I was too old to fire a rifle.

     So, what the fuck is wrong with today's army-in my opinion?  What the hell were those rocket scientists in charge thinking of with this "Army Of One" shit?  It used to be entirely a team concept. Well, this new approach isn't seen as smart by a lot of the vets as seen here.  

The Army has its ups and downs & here are the ones I went through.  It should be pointed out that not every unit is the same, and as such, this list will never be completely accurate or completely finished.

Downs- Things I hated about the Army

Ups- Things that rule.

 

How can you tell a recruiter is lying?
His lips are moving.

How do you save a drowning recruiter?
 Take your foot off his head.

What's the difference between a recruiter and a bucket of shit?
The bucket.