Technically out tomorrow, gents. Some parting words.
So, I’m turning in my gear tomorrow. my “last drill” was supposed to be AT but they’re telling me I’m good to go it sounds like. basically “you’re done, good luck on the outside.”
Would’ve liked one final call for fire to end it but it is what it is, beggars cant be choosers.
6 years like that, boys. Deployed. Made E-5. Now I’m almost a month out from being a civilian.
I’d like to say my getting out is temporary, as I’m focusing more heavily on obtaining a law enforcement career without guard distractions, and once I get my feet planted I would ideally like to rejoin. But to tell you I have the answers would be a lie. Shit’s weird.
Currently drinking a Guinness and celebrating. bittersweet, and yet feels weird.
I’m already 23, about to be 24, potentially leaving the military permanently. thought at 19 it felt like it’d never end.
To the joes and lower enlisted reading this, Make as many mistakes as you can in your career. Take the smoke sessions. Learn from it. I mean don’t do it purposefully, but obviously, a kid learning to ride a bike is gonna skin his knee or break a leg on occasion. Take it in stride. Take more photos with your boys, or just yourself in your gucci LARP gear. Who gives a damn if you look like a goober? it looks cool to you and thats what matters. make more friends, lifelong. dudes you could text asking to meet up for a beer 30 yrs down the line and they will show. because soon enough you might look back to it with a smile. Even the miserable moments, even the stupid near career-ending mistakes. Because believe it or not, the guard will be the best of worst moments in your life. You won’t miss the circus, BUT you’ll miss the clowns in it.
On some Ferris Bueller sentimental shit; time flies by, and if you blink you might miss it.
I’ll order a flying dutchman with extra onions. hold the cheese.