If you haven’t been keeping tabs, we’re in the last month of my 20s. No lie, this is it. I’m not worried or unhappy about the fact that I’m about to turn 30, but I do have one big item on my Life List whose clock is ticking. I have previously said that if I don’t have any children by the time I turn 30, I would pursue a long-standing desire to join the military.
Typically when I mention this goal, people ask me what I want to do. Truthfully, I’m not sure, but I do know one thing – I want to serve my country. I want to be counted amongst those who’ve stood selflessly to serve our nation. I know I have skills that can be utilized – see a need, fill a need. I don’t have a branch preference, because of this reason.
DH is supportive of this goal, although he sometimes worries about my safety, as any good husband would. Being in Colorado, we are surrounded by multiple military bases (Carson, Peterson, Schriever, and Buckley). Even at Carson, there’s a Naval Reserve (Seabee!) unit. There’s plenty of opportunities to drill locally.
Understandably, I’m not willing to close the door on all of my academic accomplishments and my teaching career. I really would like to do it all, as Terri Clark sings. This does make things challenging, as my time for training is limited to the summer. I’m not sure if that counts me out completely, but I want to know that I tried to do all I could, rather than never ask and always wonder if I could’ve done more.
So, I’m aiming for the Reserves. I called the Navy Reserve today, and when I told them about my degrees and my age, I was told that people over the age of 25 with non-technical degrees are not accepted. Well, that counts the Navy out. Not a problem, I’ll let my brother be the Naval O in the family, rightfully so.
Next call tonight was the Air Force recruiters. Actually, I started with the online chat, which wasn’t very helping and referred me to the 800 number. That was actually the number for the screener. I guess they’re getting so busy they’re not even going to bother giving you the recruiter’s number if they can weed out that you’ve got issues. Wow, that was interesting. You name it, they asked it – height and weight, right off the bat. Drugs, kids, marital status, health issues, long term medications, surgeries, mental health services, tattoos, piercings, Asthma (thinking of YOU, Haley!), etc, etc. It was all fair game for these folks. Luckily, I’m fairly squeaky clean, other than the fact that I’m not in the best of shape and I’ve got more weight on me than I’d care to right now. I passed the screening, no problem, and info for the recruiter was exchanged.
I’ll keep you posted, for sure! FIL will definitely be accompanying me if/when I speak to my recruiter.