|
I was a senior in high school (I was 17 when I graduated, young for my grade). I wanted to go to college and my stepfather indicated he'd pay for it, but between my mentally ill mother's inexplicable voilent hostility toward me and his alcoholism, I wasn't sure how much that promise meant.
So I figured, go in the Army for a few years, get the college money, get out, go to school.
There was an Army recruiting station right across the street from my high school and I walked over there one day. It was like I was the Second Coming, all bringing me cold Cokes and asking me if I was comfortable. They asked about my grades, SAT scores, regular stuff. I felt like a frigging Queen. Figured, hell, if that's how you get treated in the Army sign me up! :eyes:
I took the paperwork home to my parents. My mother said she'd gladly sign it (remember I was a minor and back then you could sign up, but you needed parental consent), but my stepfather freaked the hell out and started yelling "NO WAY!!!! NO CHILD OF MINE IS JOINING THE MILITARY EVER!!!!"
In case you are wondering, he is a baby boomer and during Vietnam, he stayed in college all the way to his masters. He used to like to joke "it was a long damn war."
He went on and on about how I would have to join over his cold, dead body. I told him I could just wait until I was 18 in a few months and then join of my own accord. He gave me the hairy eyeball and said, "Don't you dare. You're going to college. Period."
That fall, I started school at A&M. He was good on his word to pay for it. But I wonder how much of it was fear I would join the Army......
BTW, those recruiters didn't leave me alone for the next FOUR months. Called me, came by, sent me letters. Bugged the shit out of me.
|