Boats
April 6, 2003, 05:17 PM
One of the latest liberal dogmas I have been noticing over the Second Gulf War is the notion of the "economic draftee," to describe how the typical enlisted serviceman or woman "had to" join the military to "escape" the economic doldrums of their youth, thereby being disproportionately represented in the ranks viz-a-viz their non-serving pacifistic creampuff counterparts. This "theory" has a thin veneer of reasonable language smeared over it, covering the fact that it all but says that the enlisted ranks are composed of people who'd otherwise be in reform school, prison, on welfare, or at best, in community college while working McDonalds.
By extension, this line of reasoning implies that everyone who graduates high school wishes to go to college irrespective of money, smarts, or interest. Furthermore, it denies that anyone might actually consider the armed services a viable career choice in its own right. Certainly, not eveyone in the enlisted ranks is "college material" but most have enough potential, and more importantly, enough character, to get where they want to go in life, again, unlike many of the youths protesting against their profession. Since when was college for everyone anyway?
In 1984, I was a junior in high school. Despite doing well, I could not imagine the next four or five years being spent in school. That winter, I applied to both the University of Oregon and Oregon State University and was accepted, covering the bases for relatively cheap tuition. I also applied to William & Mary and was accepted there. As W&M is on the opposite coast, it was my wanderlust choice. However, I was still stricken by the malaise about continuing my education.
Some kids in that position have the folks send them off abroad for a summer to "find themselves." Though I could've gone to college, I could not go jetsetting on the cheap as my parents had to also help my two younger brothers get to college. I joined the Navy instead, over the objections of my mother, signing when I was eighteen. I didn't hold out for any "skills," to the disappointment of my recruiter. I told him I wanted to live the ads and get on a ship as rapidly as possible that would go places while my "profession" as a sailor would take care of itself OTJ. I eventually became a Boatswain's Mate, making E-5 in just three years, and was based on a destroyer out of Pearl Harbor Hawaii my entire term after boot.:neener:
I am now an attorney, having had the discipline and the funds to finance seven years of college after getting out. I only found out I wanted to be an attorney after trying to deal with the bureaucracy of the Navy and sort of acting as a defense counsel at Captain's Mast for some of my friends who ran afoul of the UCMJ.:D Even after I had sorted out that I'd like to go to college after all, I came within a whisker of re-enlisting as I could also see one of two other paths happening. First, my XO had chatted me up about going to college at the University of Hawaii while serving and eventually becoming a mustang, as a limited duty officer. Second, failing that, I'd have probably been a Chief in four more years or so. Anyways, I was genuinely torn.
Thanks USN, I almost made it a career. I did make it a good part of my identity and an experience I would never trade for anything else I could have done with those four years. Everyone who knew me before said it was one of the best things I ever did for myself.
"Had to," my ever-loving foot. If there is anything I have to do, it is to continue castigating ninnies who proffer such claptrap as the truth of the matter.
(edited for a more apt title and an omitted word here and there.)
By extension, this line of reasoning implies that everyone who graduates high school wishes to go to college irrespective of money, smarts, or interest. Furthermore, it denies that anyone might actually consider the armed services a viable career choice in its own right. Certainly, not eveyone in the enlisted ranks is "college material" but most have enough potential, and more importantly, enough character, to get where they want to go in life, again, unlike many of the youths protesting against their profession. Since when was college for everyone anyway?
In 1984, I was a junior in high school. Despite doing well, I could not imagine the next four or five years being spent in school. That winter, I applied to both the University of Oregon and Oregon State University and was accepted, covering the bases for relatively cheap tuition. I also applied to William & Mary and was accepted there. As W&M is on the opposite coast, it was my wanderlust choice. However, I was still stricken by the malaise about continuing my education.
Some kids in that position have the folks send them off abroad for a summer to "find themselves." Though I could've gone to college, I could not go jetsetting on the cheap as my parents had to also help my two younger brothers get to college. I joined the Navy instead, over the objections of my mother, signing when I was eighteen. I didn't hold out for any "skills," to the disappointment of my recruiter. I told him I wanted to live the ads and get on a ship as rapidly as possible that would go places while my "profession" as a sailor would take care of itself OTJ. I eventually became a Boatswain's Mate, making E-5 in just three years, and was based on a destroyer out of Pearl Harbor Hawaii my entire term after boot.:neener:
I am now an attorney, having had the discipline and the funds to finance seven years of college after getting out. I only found out I wanted to be an attorney after trying to deal with the bureaucracy of the Navy and sort of acting as a defense counsel at Captain's Mast for some of my friends who ran afoul of the UCMJ.:D Even after I had sorted out that I'd like to go to college after all, I came within a whisker of re-enlisting as I could also see one of two other paths happening. First, my XO had chatted me up about going to college at the University of Hawaii while serving and eventually becoming a mustang, as a limited duty officer. Second, failing that, I'd have probably been a Chief in four more years or so. Anyways, I was genuinely torn.
Thanks USN, I almost made it a career. I did make it a good part of my identity and an experience I would never trade for anything else I could have done with those four years. Everyone who knew me before said it was one of the best things I ever did for myself.
"Had to," my ever-loving foot. If there is anything I have to do, it is to continue castigating ninnies who proffer such claptrap as the truth of the matter.
(edited for a more apt title and an omitted word here and there.)