Thoughts on Military Service, Part 1: Introduction

INTRODUCTION

This follows the Salt Lake Sit-Downs that I did recently with Rob and Bullrush. 

I choose to do the series here to share some of my experiences from my time in the U. S. Army, to provide information so that anyone out there, in Rob-sphere, who is considering donning the uniform to make as informed a decision as they can.  There’s no better way to get information than to talk to someone who did it, and who’s willing to talk about it.  This wasn’t always the case with WW II, Korean, or Vietnam veterans.  Times are different now, and we have a more robust Internet with which to share information.

Also, how I approach this is a little more “raw” than the cheerleaders out there, or those who are more focused on talking about the Good, and not so much the Bad.  Even less, the Ugly.  I also approach this as only I can . . . someone who is well-read, can write well, and who believes, with the benefit of lots of life experience and observation, that this sheds light on often overlooed nooks and crannies.  Yet, I’m also trying to be balanced, but that’s for you, MGers, to decide.

Let’s get to it . . .

MY STORY (QUICKLY)

Unlike many people who enlist in the military around 18 years old, I enlisted at 32.

Yes, 32.

Now, you may ask, why did I choose to enlist at a (relatively) older age?  There were several reasons, but here are the standouts:

  1. I needed a reset in my life, because I felt that I was a bit rudderless and I didn’t like the direction I was going in.
  2. I was looking for adventure, more so than just sitting at a desk all day.
  3. I was looking to travel the world (especially Europe).
  4. I was looking to challenge myself, and take advantage of a life-changing experience before I did get too old.
  5. Given that Operation Iraqi Freedom (OIF) was under way, and still in the wake of 9/11, I decided that it was better to move toward the madness, in a manner of speaking, and not sit on the sidelines. The “madness” of which I speak was a strong current, and I needed to be on a strong current.

But, most importantly . . .

I needed a steady job, especially after what I had been doing up until that time.

Let me say more about the last point.  Until I was well on my way to basic training in early 2004, I had spent most of my life either in school, prepping to attend school, graduating from school, working at shitty low-wage labor and service jobs, dealing with unemployment or underemployment, and reading and watching classic movies a lot.  From an early age, I found ways to keep myself occupied that didn’t involve drugs, alcohol, or loose women . . . and am better for it.

However, what always eluded me was a decent, “professional” job, with a decent, “professional” wage or salary, where I could save money, be out on my own and be on a steady path, and start accomplishing some of my longer-term goals.  My inherent laziness notwithstanding, I found it hard to move in a consistent direction because of where I come from (northeast Ohio), where there are few professional jobs to be had because the area was once a manufacturing hub, and now is one of the many areas in the Midwest/Rust Belt that has been dying a slow, agonizing death for many years.  Put simply, the area was in steep decline, even closer to the major cities.

Also, my background was academic and in the liberal arts, and I didn’t have any hard skills to call upon.  Yes, that was a blunder that took me a few years to overcome, but also made worse by the shitty economy I mentioned above, and because I didn’t have the resources to move to a larger city in a more robust economy, so that I could move forward much better.  As I said, when you’ve spent a good portion of your working life either unemployed or underemployed, it’s hard to save money to get yourself steady.

My job for the past 20 years has been in IT.  I got into the field in early 2000, right around the time of the tech bust.  Not surprisingly, there were few jobs (and even fewer jobs in Ohio) to be had.  Then, when I moved (the first time) to the Washington, DC area in 2001 to work at a start-up, things took another turn for the worse when 9/11 happened.  Fortunately, I was nowhere near the Pentagon when it got hit, but the shockwave from that event reverberated in the area, and the rest of the country, for at least a year or so afterwards.  When my time with the start up was coming to an end in early 2003, I had already investigated joining the military.  Though I was much older compared to the average recruit, who enlists at 17-19 years old, I had years of life experience and the habit of doing my research thoroughly so that I could make an informed decision and not be taken for a ride.  Had I decided to enlist when I was 17 and fresh out of high school, I probably would have made some serious errors because I was wet behind the years.

After doing some research, and after going to one recruiter, who was ready to disqualify me for a handful of reasons, I finally pulled the trigger and successfully enlisted in the summer of 2003.  Basic training didn’t come for another six months.  That was in January 2004 at Fort Benning, Georgia, the Home of the Infantry.

SHOULD I OR SHOULDN’T I?

Now let’s leave my story for you, the dude thinking of enlisting.

This is a question only you can answer, obviously.  This is your life, and I’m not you.  What I have to say in posts after this one is based on the decisions I made in 2003, the circumstances in which I made those decisions, what was going on at the time, and how amenable the people involved were with me in providing me with the rocket booster to get moving.  The year is now 2020, and the world is a different place than it was 15+ years ago . . . and even nearly 20 years ago, if you count Operation Enduring Freedom (e.g., Afghanistan).  Things might be tougher for you, or easier.  Whichever one this might be, you decide.

And, be prepared to play the long game, while keeping your eyes open for opportunities.  In my view, this is good advice for anyone going through life.  As the saying goes, “Man plans; God laughs.”  Nothing is guaranteed, except maybe that you have the power, and some resources, to make the best decision you can make.

With that out of the way, let me break down the common reasons why someone considers enlisting in the military:

  1. A sense of patriotism (whatever that means).
  2. A sense of service. Because I live in “the best country on earth,” it’s my duty/obligation to give back to society.
  3. A sense of revenge or retribution. This was a fairly common reason why people enlisted right after 9/11.
  4. A history of family service. My granddaddy did it.  My daddy did it.  I have to do it.  And so on, and so on . . .
  5. I’m a teenage reprobate, and the court gave me a decision. Enlist or go to jail.  (Kind of Hobson’s choice, if you ask me.)  This reason you might have heard in years past.  It’s still valid today.
  6. I want a steady job, because fast food, casual labor, and the chicken plant aren’t doing it for me.
  7. I can’t afford college, so I want the GI Bill.
  8. I’m like a leaf on a river, with no direction in mind. The military might be a good way for me to have direction, see the world, etc.

There are more reasons I could give, but these are the most common.  I’m sure that at least one of these apply to you.  One or two of them certainly applied to me when I was seriously considering it in 2003.

For sure, if things are awful in your life and your home life, and you really want to hit the reset button, joining the military is as good a reason as any to get you out of your present circumstances.  You just have to make sure that you’re in good physical shape, have a clean record, and be firm and resolute in what you want from what service.  That’s not guaranteed, I want to stress, but you again have to play the long game.

When you go active duty, the minimum timeline you have is four years; the maximum is 20, where you retire with a pension.  (Though that has now changed; see the blended retirement system now in effect.)  Few make it to 20 or 20+ years, and many others are short-termers, doing one or two tours of duty.  Thinking that you’re going to “do your 20” is, in my view, a very ambitious and a huge stretch goal.  As I’ll cover in subsequent posts, there are several risks to your life and limb that could derail that plan.

At worst, you could be killed in a combat operation or a training accident.  Below that is the risk of being seriously injured and then being medically retired, because it’s in the military’s best interest to get rid of you if you’re broken.  And, at best, you simply can’t stand the bullshit of the military, long term, and decide that one tour of duty is more than enough.  If one tour is all you can stand, don’t feel bad about it or that you’re inadequate.  The military is tough on everyone, and many can’t cut the mustard.

But, if you do decide to be a short-termer, then you should do it strategically, so that you’re not worse off than you were before you enlisted.  Apply Red Pill knowledge here and keep your eyes on the prize.

That’s all for now, potential recruits, until next time.  Dismissed.

The “Black Pill”

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Apparently while I’ve been doing other things, MGTOW and “Incels” have become a thing again in the ‘Sphere.

I don’t really understand people’s fascination with either group, they hold very little interest for me. Like Darth Vader said, “Asteroids (MGTOW’s and Incels) do not concern me, Admiral.”

They don’t concern me because I’m not one of them. I don’t have a problem with meeting and attracting women and getting laid and women don’t leave a foul taste in my mouth, so I really have nothing in common with them.

So what are my thoughts about both groups? I don’t think about them at all. Unless you find yourself in one of these groups, for whatever reason, you shouldn’t concern yourself with them either. Life is too short to worry about them.

Speaking of life, life is absurd. If you haven’t already figured it out by now, I’m an atheist. I don’t make a big deal about it because there’s nothing to make a big deal about. You believe in whatever you want to believe in and I’ll believe what I believe and we’ll call it good.

Life is absurd because for me, there is no afterlife. There is no heaven or hell but what we make here. There is no punishment or reward for a life well-lived (well-behaved) in the here-after. That makes things really easy for me. Since there is no afterlife, I might as well enjoy the life here that I have for as long as I’m alive.

Where life gets absurd is when you ask the question, “What is the meaning of life?” The answer to that question, for me, is very simple. It’s this:

The meaning of life is whatever you make of it.

That’s where things can get absurd. We want there to be “more” to it, but it’s really that simple. It’s absurd because there is no meaning to life inherently. So you could say, “To hell with it. I’ll just kill myself.”

To which I’ll say, “Yes you could. If that is what you choose. No one is stopping you and no one can stop you if you are serious about ending your life.”

Life is absurd but it isn’t a tragedy. I’m quoting Chest “Chesty” Rockwell from Twitter on this one. Life just is. What you think about it or what you believe about it is where you get to say it’s either good, bad, or otherwise. I believe it was Shakespeare who said, “There is no good or bad, but thinking makes it so.” Life is no different. Life just is. And life goes on. With or without you. Life itself is indifferent to you and me. It’s indifferent to all of us.

So you can choose to be unhappy, depressed, cynical, and angry about it. Or you can choose to look at it in a different way. Either way, life is indifferent.

“Life is beautiful and outside there is no salvation.” – Albert Camus

Life is hard sometimes. Life can be a struggle. You will find yourself dealing with loss and setbacks. You’ll find yourself not always getting the things you want. That’s life. Life wasn’t meant to be about you getting everything to your heart’s desire. It doesn’t work that way. Learn to deal with that and live with it, or don’t. Either way life is indifferent and nobody gives a shit.

Taking the “Black Pill” is choosing to look at life and say fuck it. “The juice isn’t worth the squeeze,” and all of that stuff. It’s about giving up. It’s about quitting. Want to quit? That’s fine by me, because I don’t give a shit. I have my own problems, just like you do. I have my own shit to deal with, let alone yours. You aren’t my responsibility, just like I’m not yours.

I wrote about a woman that I had a relationship with back when I was eighteen. When that relationship ended, I seriously considered putting the business end of a shotgun in my mouth and pulling the trigger. If I had done that I wouldn’t be here today. I would have been dead at 21.

I look back at those 27 years gone by and I’m blown away by the things I have done, the people I have met and the friendships I have made. The women that I have loved and they loved me back. As of this writing almost all of those relationships with those women have ended in one way or another. Sometimes I chose to end them, in other cases, they chose to end it. Some relationships ended about as well as a relationship could end, some of them ended in near disaster with a lot of hurt feelings and bruised egos on both sides.

If I had ended my life back then, none of the beauty and hardship of life that I have experienced would have happened. And I would still be dead.

I ran into that ex-girlfriend from way back when a few years ago. When I first noticed her, it took her a minute to remember who I was. That’s how little our relationship meant to her I guess. Apparently I wasn’t even a blip on her radar. Once she remembered who I was, we talked and had a few laughs strolling down memory lane. I think back to when I was that 21 year old kid ready and willing to kill himself over this girl who had turned into a woman after 20+ years.

What happened in her life from after we broke up and then met again 20+ years later? She got fat. She has been married and divorced twice. She has a teenage son from one of the husband’s. She has buried her own mother a year or so before we ran into each other. She has been a part of a business that had success and had also failed and went into bankruptcy.

She got over me and moved on with her life way before I had moved on from her. What would have happened if I had killed myself? She would have probably done the exact same thing that she did, the only difference is that she might have mourned me for a minute before moving on. I would still be dead. I don’t say this with any bitterness or anger, it’s just the truth.

When my mother died back in September of 2018, my father and I did the thing where you stand in line by the casket and you shake people’s hands and hug them and listen to them say what they have to say. Everyone said, “I’m so sorry for your loss. She was a great woman. If you need anything, call me.” And after they shook hands and gave hugs, they went about their day. Life went on for them and they didn’t miss a beat.

Same thing happened a couple of months ago when the last of my father’s best friends died. I went to the funeral, shook hands, gave hugs, said what a great guy he had been, and when I left, I told my Dad that I was sorry that his last best friend had died. Then I went on with my life. My Dad nodded and went on with his life too. Life goes on.

My ex-wife threatened to kill herself when I told her I wanted a divorce back in 2014. She didn’t really want to kill herself, she just didn’t want me to leave. But I was leaving no matter what. This was the second time that I had seriously considered putting a gun in my mouth and pulling the trigger. I was either going to kill myself or I was going to get divorced. One way or another, I was getting out. I didn’t kill myself and neither did my ex. What if she had though? I would have mourned her for a bit and I would have moved on with my life.

I remember telling her, “I don’t want you to kill yourself, but if that’s what you want to do, you’ll find a way to do it. All I ask is that if you are serious about doing it, don’t do it in my house, I don’t want to have to come home and clean that shit up.”

Pretty cold-blooded, I know. But it’s true. If someone wants to kill themselves bad enough, nothing will stop them and they will find a way. I know this because I know people who have killed themselves. Nothing was going to stop them and so they did. Otherwise it’s a cry for attention and it’s manipulation at its finest.

Every time I’ve stared down the barrel of a gun and considered ending my life, I ended up not doing it. I got help if that was what was warranted. I changed up the situation if that was what was needed. I did whatever it took.

And life got better. Every. Single. Time.

Life is what it is and life is indifferent to you and your struggles. And nobody gives a shit.

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The choice is always yours.

We all face the “Black Pill” at one point in our lives or another. It’s up to you to decide what you want to do about it. Life is beautiful and it is short. It’s far shorter than you and I both can imagine. Do you want to make it meaningful for you? Or do you want to mope around about it? Either way, nobody gives a shit and life goes on.

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Good Intentions

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The road to hell is paved with good intentions. – Unknown

Several years ago in a prior life at a prior job, I had a co-worker who recommended a film to me. The title of that film escapes me now, but I do remember watching it, and it was terrible. It was so bad that I wanted the two hours of my life back. I remember that same co-worker asking me if I had seen the film and when I said yes, I remember them looking delighted and then offering another suggestion of something to watch. I had already seen this particular film, and it was another film that I wanted my two hours back from.

The point I’m getting at here is:

Be careful who you listen to. We all want to listen to our loved ones and our friends. We all want to listen to those people that we have a vested interest in. It’s hard not to. I even think to some degree we may be hard-wired to do this.

All of your friends, family, co-workers, acquaintances, and even guys on the internet probably have good intentions. Not all, but I would say most have good intentions.

Like the quote at the beginning of this article though, the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

“Crabs in a bucket” is one way to look at it. It’s easy to see the crabs in the bucket when you don’t have a vested interest in the person. That co-worker that you only interact with while you are at work comes to mind and is an easy example. But what about the people you care about? Your family and your close friends? It’s harder to see that “crabs in the bucket” mentality when you are dealing with them on a daily basis or you live with them.

This isn’t anything new by any means, but the reason I bring it up is because of some recent developments in my life with people that I am close to. I’m having to reassess my involvement with certain people because of what direction they are going and what they choose to focus on. There are things that I used to believe in that I don’t anymore because they no longer serve me. Those beliefs served their purpose at the time, but now I’ve moved on. I’ve been trying to get those people close to me to move on as well, but they don’t want to yet. They aren’t ready, and that’s okay. This is where we part ways.

We tend to believe in the same things that other people that are close to us believe in. We tend to have the same points of view and that’s normal. When you change your point of view or when you change what you believe and they don’t, that’s when it’s time to reassess the situation. Sometimes it isn’t that we no longer believe in something, because we still do, it’s just that that “thing” is no longer a priority for us, while it is still a priority for the other person.

I watch guys get “stuck” in the “red pill rage phase” and I totally understand where they are because I’ve been there. The thing is, I’m not there anymore and haven’t been there for a while. I want to move on to other things and so I create a bit of distance in order to do that. When I talk to some of these people that I call friends or acquaintances though, I see they are still stuck where they are and it’s disappointing and sad. At the end of the day though, it’s where they choose to be. I just can’t be there with them anymore.

Be careful who you listen to because you can get “sucked back in.” It’s really easy when that’s where you came from or where you started. It’s easy to get caught up in old routines, old ways, and old habits. It’s easy to get caught up in outrage again. Corporations bashing on men aren’t hitting the buttons anymore? No problem, we have Karen. Karen isn’t doing it anymore? No problem, we have “LooksMax.” That isn’t doing it anymore? We have… You get the idea. Outrage is easy to manufacture. If it isn’t one thing, it’s something else.

Everybody has their “hot button.” Their “thing” that sets them off and gets them going. You and I are no different. I know what my buttons are and I keep a close eye on them because I know what will “set me off.” I do this because I know how easy it is to fall back into old patterns and habits. It’s easy to fall back on outrage and do nothing. It’s easy to get pissed off and angry. It’s much harder to do something, anything else. That’s what I want to do though, something else.

So that’s what I’m going to do. Time to say goodbye for now to some people, and it’s time to say goodbye period, to others.

Be careful who you listen to and who you spend time with. Your time is your most precious commodity and you can never get it back.

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