Awhile back I enlisted into the Marine Corps. It was a very low point in my life, and I wanted to find something that would give me a purpose. And it did just that. It made me so unbelievably happy. Overall, it made me a better, stronger, more individualistic person. There were many complications due to prior actions I had done while depressed (I physically could not hide it; they addressed it at MEPS). At this point, I could still get in; it would just take a lot more time and a lot more work. But I was willing to do anything.
Then, I reconnected with an old friend. Eventually, I told him that I had enlisted and he shamed me every. single. day. It was torture. He said that I was a traitor and that if I was willing to give my life away for a ‘pathetic’ cause, then I wasn’t the person he thought I was. I couldn’t take it anymore.
And then I got the call. Multiple of my relatives had died with no prior complications. Just suddenly and randomly. Life seemed to become unbearable. So, I called and revoked my application into the USMC. And now I’m here, no friends, no path in life, and no desires other than to call and once again enlist. But I do not want to be deemed as untrustworthy.
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