I joined the Navy on January 20, 1981, roughly six months out of high school. I thought I would do four years, get out and go back to Long Island. That four year hitch turned into a six year hitch in exchange for some advanced schooling. Then they dangled a large re-enlistment bonus in front of me, so I signed up for another four. By the time that hitch was up I was married with a child, and job prospects on the outside, for a US Navy trained Sonarman, weren't exactly plentiful.
They say that the ten year mark is when you decide to either get out or make it a career. I chose the career. I'm proud of my service and what I accomplished. Everything I have and everything I am today is because of the time I spent in uniform. If it was 1981 again, and if I was six months out of high school again, I would do at all again, without a moment's hesitation and without an ounce of regret.
Now? I can't say, with any degree of confidence, that I would recommend the military to someone. I still believe it's a noble calling. I still believe that those who serve are deserving of both our deep gratitude and unwavering respect. But the reality is that the military today is unrecognizable to me, and not in a good way. Those who choose to serve now have nothing to really compare it to, just as I had nothing to compare the Navy of 1981 to the Navy of 1941. While I would never try to dissuade someone from serving their country in uniform, I don't know that I would be the biggest advocate for it, either...