I remember visiting several Recruiters (way-back machine). Anyway the Navy Recruiter impressed me, and I wanted to go into nuclear powerplant training school. There was an opening too (kinda hard to qualify, so it intrigued me), but the more I thought about close-quartered living the less I wanted it. The Recruiter was relentless, leaving messages 3 or 4 times a day! Started pissing-off my Mom (pre-cellphone days-80’s). I visited the USAF Recruiter and his diatribe about all the USAF Bases, near towns (with bars and girls ie not on a boat)...and golf courses. I was sold; went into aviation electronics. Made a career outta that too. Oh yeah; I told the Navy Recruiter it was his fault for calling like a faggot & I had decided not to “hot bunk” with the faggs. He wasn’t happy.
I remember visiting several Recruiters (way-back machine). Anyway the Navy Recruiter impressed me, and I wanted to go into nuclear powerplant training school. There was an opening too (kinda hard to qualify, so it intrigued me), but the more I thought about close-quartered living the less I wanted it. The Recruiter was relentless, leaving messages 3 or 4 times a day! Started pissing-off my Mom (pre-cellphone days-80’s). I visited the USAF Recruiter and his diatribe about all the USAF Bases, near towns (with bars and girls ie not on a boat)...and golf courses. I was sold; went into aviation electronics. Made a career outta that too. Oh yeah; I told the Navy Recruiter it was his fault for calling like a faggot & I had decided not to “hot bunk” with the faggs. He wasn’t happy.