So this is going to be a wall of a story. But it's a story I feel compelled to share. First of all, I am a Canadian. When 9/11 happened, I knew I wanted to join the Canadian armed forces and do my part for our allies. For you. But I was young, with years ahead of me before I could do so. When I was 12, I joined the Canadian army cadets. Our version of the boy scouts, only it's an official branch of the armed forces. You turn 18 as a cadet and choose to sign up for the regular forces you bypass basic (which is different from boot up here) altogether and keep the rank you earned up to that point, the training was pretty legit at the time, minus anything involving high calibers. War time. Of course it's all cucked now... back then my experience with the cadets was the single largest positive influence on my life. The pride I felt the first time I climbed a cliff and roped down like an action hero, to hear the Col. Praise me by saying it looked like I been doimg that my whole life. I was so proud. Always first to volunteer for something new. By the time I was 16, my school had a work experiance program, involved was a week of direct work experience with a huge list of different places to choose from. The only military option I found was with the military police. A week long ride along! I was excited. I was required to swear an oath to the queen as part of it and I was proud to hear the commanding officer say: "you swore that oath better then most of my officers." Lol. But thats where I first met a vet of the afgan war. He had a warning for me. With his face full of scars and regret, I paid attention when he told me the government lied about how many casualties we really had, that the troops where being used like mercenaries for the corrupt elite, guarding the fucking opium!!! That man likely saved my life. He was the first to open my eyes. I often wonder about him, I hope he would be proud that I went on to be very successful in my career with the help of the great attitude amd ethics drilled into me by my experience with the army cadets. That's my story. My first redpill. Feel free to share my fellow pedes.
posted ago by Prairie_Dog
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So this is going to be a wall of a story. But it's a story I feel compelled to share. First of all, I am a Canadian. When 9/11 happened, I knew I wanted to join the Canadian armed forces and do my part for our allies. For you. But I was young, with years ahead of me before I could do so. When I was 12, I joined the Canadian army cadets. Our version of the boy scouts, only it's an official branch of the armed forces. You turn 18 as a cadet and choose to sign up for the regular forces you bypass basic (which is different from boot up here) altogether and keep the rank you earned up to that point, the training was pretty legit at the time, minus anything involving high calibers. War time. Of course it's all cucked now... back then my experience with the cadets was the single largest positive influence on my life. The pride I felt the first time I climbed a cliff and roped down like an action hero, to hear the Col. Praise me by saying it looked like I been doimg that my whole life. I was so proud. Always first to volunteer for something new. By the time I was 16, my school had a work experiance program, involved was a week of direct work experience with a huge list of different places to choose from. The only military option I found was with the military police. A week long ride along! I was excited. I was required to swear an oath to the queen as part of it and I was proud to hear the commanding officer say: "you swore that oath better then most of my officers." Lol. But thats where I first met a vet of the afgan war. He had a warning for me. With his face full of scars and regret, I paid attention when he told me the government lied about how many casualties we really had, that the troops where being used like mercenaries for the corrupt elite, guarding the fucking opium!!! That man likely saved my life. He was the first to open my eyes. I often wonder about him, I hope he would be proud that I went on to be very successful in my career with the help of the great attitude amd ethics drilled into me by my experience with the army cadets. That's my story. My first redpill. Feel free to share my fellow pedes.
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Ahem, my daughter was the Chief Warrant Officer of her corps so not just for the boys. Much like you, she thrived in the organization, centered her life around it and traveled the world by 16. After aging out she pursued an education in policing with the continuing idea of joining the Canadian Forces. Then, seeing firsthand the corruption in policing, and being advised that the Forces are, as you said, pawns (and prejudiced against females) she moved onto a different path. Cadets was the absolute best factor in making her the strong, independent woman she is. Too bad the military isn't as honourable as RCAC. Congratulations on taking those lessons learned and using them as a basis for building a good life.
And I hope your daughter enjoys her own good life. God bless you both.
Thank you for the blessings, no greater gift to give. May God bless you and yours as well.
iraq
You said it all brother.