at 18 I talked to a recruiter that came to my high school. next thing I know, I see this mother fucker EVERWHERE I went. I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, so I said fuck it, and went to a recruiting office. next thing I know, im in a van going to Fort Meade I think, in MD, to take a test. I scored so low, (or alteast they said I did. I never saw the results,) that they said I could only do gun repair, or infantry. they wanted to me to sign some paper work, which they weren't clear on tellin me what it was. I said fuck that shit. never looked back.

I even told them I had knee problems and was into drugs before I took that stupid test, but they didn't give a shit. They just wanted to recruit motherfuckers and send them off. This was just post 9/11 too. They were willing to take broken pothead to war. smh

most people are in debt

I've been active duty for over ten years now. Haven't experienced anything bad or negative; if anything people are typically surprised that the "alternative looking" girl is a juggalo. Plus I transfer often so I've seen shows all over the country and have met some of the coolest, down to Earth people I'm still in contact with. 

My oldest brother Beau was a Lieutenant of some kind in the Guard. He drove tanks and other heavy machinery I think. We never discussed war much. He showed me photos of camels and people he called Hajis, and some porno.

As for homie saying they still want bodies despite them being "traditionally unfit for service", Beau had a criminal background, occasionally did drugs, and was a diagnosed schizophrenic. They weren't picky.

He did two Afghanistan tours. One day I received a text from him that he had just experienced the scariest thing in his life. Thats saying something from a dude that lived his life, but anyway, the texts take a long time to reach the states, so I had no idea what was up. He came home after his tour, and it turn out he hit a roadside bomb or something similar. He damaged his brain in the accident, something that futher affected his mentals. He became a criminal when he returned home, even robbing my friends and gambling like a madman. One day he arrived at my apartment at ten pm to take me to meet his institutionalized mother in Indiana. He just lost whatever shred of sanity he had in the war.

He died like a year and a half ago. Just sat up in his bed and died. The brain injury apparently.

Military, how the fuck does that work. 

Major payne isnt a captain.

scruffy said

The Notorious, L.T.B. said  
Major payne isnt a captain.    

nor a major, judging by the campaign cover.  

must be a mountie.  they have majors, surely.  

  

I've only seen those guys in parades before, but I assume they have a major parader spinning or throwing a batton around.