Every fucking day I try to find a reason to re-enlist and there is none. I was told that it would change once I picked up, and things would get better, it didn’t. Now I’m 8 months away from EAS and still can’t find a reason to re-enlist. The stupid butt-fucking garrison bullshit games that POG-ass SNCO’s play, the doubletapped duty rosters which strangely lack the names of the office clerks, the safety stand downs that tell you what drugs are undetectable and where to buy them as well as how to not get caught, Blues inspection every other week and the ball is 10 months away, being broke as fuck unless you’re married, alcohol solves many of your problems, alcohol causes many of the problems, someone beating the living bejeezus out of their wife/girlfriend in a locked double concrete-sealed bunker is YOUR fault, your SNCO finishes inspecting your immaculate room and then magically finds a half speck of lint probably from his cammies but it’s in your room so he will be back in an hour while you re-field day, all-hands formation to move five (5) folding paraty tables, pro’s and con’s are “what I like about this guy” and “what I don’t like about this guy” marks instead of proficiency and conduct marks, waking up at an hour that shouldn’t exist to run for an hour and a half in short chopped steps while constantly circling up the stragglers like lost cattle every 50 feet, planning to see your family and friends for the holidays or 96 only to get slapped with duty when you know that the ass clowns in the head shed don’t have duty or a life outside the barracks, the only half-decent females that you see are spouses or dependents that are not yet of age, shitty roommates you have to live with that try and steal your shit especially CIF, wanna-be alpha males whose voices rise in decibels with the amount of paint on the collar of those who surround them, if you don’t correct someone like a douchebag you’re not correcting them correctly… it goes on and on really. And it really sucks to say that I can’t find a reason at all to re-enlist.
We all joined up and knew we were putting ourselves in harms way to accomplish something greater and serve our country but instead it feels more like serving time and some tiny-pricked SSgt’s beckoned call. If Call of Duty had 26 field day levels before you got to play 1 two-minute level of carrying your rifle and shooting 1 round in the air, it would probably be more realistic and sell less. ‘Nuff said.
But to be honest, I’m proud of some of the things I’ve done and the opportunities to do it -but if my family and friends knew about the stupid shit we do in garrison on the daily they would bitch-slap the shit out of me right after disowning me.
I get my 100 points in everything minus a 22:30-ish run, shoot expert, completed all req’d PME and have some off-duty education, SQ 2, working on secret clearance to fill a staff billet, stay behind extra hours to make sure gear and briefs are prepared for the next day/mission with my Marines, and still do the counseling/mentoring BS and it’s like “hey, you’re an asset -but I’m gonna keep shitting on you because we need to see how far we can ride this out. While Cpl Sand-in-his-fat-ass gets to skate because he yells at the juniors all the time and has them at parade rest 24/7.” —Why the fuck would anyone want to stay and re-enlist?
Is this some kind of reverse psychology selling point? Like, “I’m gonna rape you ’till you love me.”?
The only ones that I see scrambling for re-enlistment papers are brown-nosers who could be poster-boys for a health magazine but suck completely at their jobs and are ineffective at leading people because they’ve never really done their job because they were too busy doing brown-noser things and getting a proper tan, OR the fat Marine, who married a fat girl, and had fat babies.
There’s so many perks to getting out vs the shittyness of staying in and I don’t know why most of the SNCO’s say that there are so many benefits of staying in, when there are 0 benefits.
When I EAS, I plan on going to SFSU and get my degree for Physical Therapy. Maybe I’ll work DoD side and help fix some broken buddies, maybe I’ll come back officer-side (doubt it though).
My dad served fighting the vietnamese and I joined with to kick haji around. I’ll probably be utilizing the awesome powers of VEERP to help speed my way on to bigger and better things, but there’s a tiny part that wishes I had a reason to re-enlist.
Again, there are zero reasons. I think in all honesty if you aren’t married and/or have kids, OR this isn’t the only job you are smart enough to do, and you re-enlist… YOU’VE HAD AN EASY FUCKING SKATE TERM and hardly ever got shafted. THE END. – PlanToGETSHITon