That’s what ROTC pretty much does. You need to have relevant education in something the military wants, then they pay for your education, and do some prep work for you to do well in officer candidate school.
That’s what my brother did. He done ROTC and then joined the marines. He spent a decade as an aviation technician and never left the states. This was at the height of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.
He was buff as hell when he left the military. He moved back in with my dad and step mom when he left and sat on the money he had piled up in the bank for years playing World of Warcraft and getting fat.
I envied him so much during that time (the part where he played WoW and got fat for years), but I wouldn’t have joined the military for any reason. That kind of thing just isn’t for me. I absolutely love reading about Napoleon and his soldiers trekking around Europe and fighting. I love reading about WWII and all of the combat stories I can gobble up, but there’s no way in hell I’d give any of my body for the ambitions of men who view their fellow man as figures on a board game.
Like, hoorah to the people who don’t mind. I just want to live in a world where we don’t need shit like that anymore.
That’s what ROTC pretty much does. You need to have relevant education in something the military wants, then they pay for your education, and do some prep work for you to do well in officer candidate school.
That’s what my brother did. He done ROTC and then joined the marines. He spent a decade as an aviation technician and never left the states. This was at the height of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.
He was buff as hell when he left the military. He moved back in with my dad and step mom when he left and sat on the money he had piled up in the bank for years playing World of Warcraft and getting fat.
I envied him so much during that time (the part where he played WoW and got fat for years), but I wouldn’t have joined the military for any reason. That kind of thing just isn’t for me. I absolutely love reading about Napoleon and his soldiers trekking around Europe and fighting. I love reading about WWII and all of the combat stories I can gobble up, but there’s no way in hell I’d give any of my body for the ambitions of men who view their fellow man as figures on a board game.
Like, hoorah to the people who don’t mind. I just want to live in a world where we don’t need shit like that anymore.