In the military, if you don’t make promotion lists at certain junctures in your career, you’re done. Whether or not you make said list depends on your boss’s completely subjective assessment of your performance. My boss was a toxic diversity hire and I knew from the day he took command that it was going to be a rough time for the unit so getting a pair of negative evals from him was kind of like having Paul Ryan tell you that you’re a failure.
I thought I’d be more angry or sad or something but truth be told I’m mostly just relieved. I didn’t want to fight for this new president or this congress and I don’t want to watch the organization I’ve devoted tens of thousands of hours of my life to slowly fall apart over the next decade and now I won’t have to.
So I guess I’ll just take my four deployments worth of combat experience, go back home, play with my kids and wait... for something.
Take it from this 20 year squid who retired in 2014, life is better on the outside.
No neo-con can send you overseas to die in yet another senseless war once you take off that uniform.
Take five, break out your snivel gear, and watch as the PC police run amok destroying the very forces that are likely going to be used to attempt to enact their tyrannical policies on us.
Even better, talk some of your buddies into following you out the main gate.