So I was Drinking

 

This weekend I spent some time with a friend and we talked about growing up, and how life lessons that beat us up helped define us. My friend left home early and ended up pursuing an education. I wasn’t as smart, I went gung-ho and decided to join the military, the US Navy to be exact. The year was 1987 and I was all of 18 years old. I wanted to see the world, experience life, maybe go overseas and meet interesting people (read … girls).

sailor 1So I signed, went to boot camp six months later, in Great Lakes, where it sometimes hit -40 degrees, and realized I may have made a mistake. It turned out that I probably wasn’t suited for the military because I was independent and liked setting my own schedule. All that gets tossed out the window when you’re enlisted. You have to return to base at a certain time, you can’t just run off for a weekend – especially if you’re deployed, because you’re separated by rules and a whole lot of ocean. Continue reading…