Yes, United States Marine Corps 2001-2003. It's only half of my enlistment because my recruiter forgot to secure a waiver for my past Ritalin useage (a misdiagnosis I might add) and when I went in for a physical one day, I mentioned the useage in response to a questionnaire and because of some wierd policy was honorably discharged about two weeks later.
I hate that recruiter.
We're the middle children of history...no purpose or place. We have no Great War, no Great Depression. Our great war, our defining crucible, is a spiritual war.
Yep, Army MP from October 1975 to July, 1979, then reserves to 95. Did tours in Korea and two years at the Presidio of San Francisco, which was one sweet place to live in the late 70s. Then hooked up with SFPD after that before back to the midwest.
We'll be back right after order has been restored here in the Omni Center.
I don't think I would ever join voluntarily. I was too young for the Viet Nam era draft and I was too old for the current selective service registration. I believe that there are only a few years of people who fall into this crack, people who have never registered in any way for selective service.
I used to maintain radio, intercom, and field telephone systems in M113A2 and M113A3 armored personnel carriers, and HMMWV's, too (Hummers to you civilians.) :-)
Stuff like this...
(RT-524 Army FM radio in a vehicular config. This sucker's 61 pounds.)
(Junction box for M113A3's intercom system)
Split time between battalion HQ in Appleton, motor pools in Green Bay, Oshkosh and Fond du Lac, and Annual Training at Fort McCoy.
Basic @ Fort Jackson, Columbia, SC (go watch Danny DeVito's Renaissance Man...other than changing the fort's name, that's where I did boot camp: from the post HQ to the water tower to the confidence course, it's the real deal I was actually at in '93); AIT at Fort Gordon, Augusta, GA.
My old unit just arrived in Iraq...kick terrorist ass and come home soon, boys.
Yes. US Army from 1988 to 1991. My term was extended due to Operation Desert Storm. I arrived in Saudi Arabia 3 days before my term was up. I spent my 21st birthday standing on top of a bunker in the middle of Saudi Arabia. PARTYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
For about 18 years, my hair was WAY too long for combs (past my waistline) and I could never fit a brush in my back pocket. Now my hair is back up between my shoulder blades and I still don't carry a comb. My dad did, but in his front shirt pocket.