The physical is done (I passed), the paperwork for a few waivers has been submitted, and I shoud be vaulted into the saddle within the next two weekâ€¦ Done dealâ€¦
Iâ€™ve given this a great deal of thought, and determined that this is the best course of action I can take for all concernedâ€¦ Iâ€™ve got 13 years worth of USMC Infantry experience under my belt, which means that Iâ€™m over halfway to racking up the time needed to qualify for a retirement pension from the government (the Guard, however, works on a point system, with means that I might be able to rack up points faster, or it might take a little longer, not sure)â€¦
But thatâ€™s not what itâ€™s about, is it?
Not for me, anyway. This is something I should have done five years agoâ€¦ Iâ€™m just a little late gettting to the starting line. There were other things that demanded my time and effortâ€¦ But now, I canâ€™t think of anything more important than to throw my hat into the ring, and get back in the fight – a fight that didnâ€™t really exist until AFTER I got out of the Corps.
Yepâ€¦ Itâ€™s the right thing to doâ€¦
Why, then, in the middle of the night, do I stare at the ceiling, my mind full of questions?
The good sarge has obviously done a great deal of meditating on this monumental decision and is kind enough to share his contemplations with us. I must say that I’ve often wrestled with several of these same thoughts also, so Sergeant B’s post hits particularly close to home for me. [Hat tip to Argghhh!!!]