I once had a dream about joining the military but as I grew up my dream just dried up and rotted. I had wanted to go since I was 9 or 10 and I saw how my cousin went and signed up. We as his family were scared but happy for him for following his dream. That’s why I wanted to join so that my family could be proud of what I was going to do and I wanted to mean something as a human being.
Then something happened my dream began to fade when my cousin got home from the war, he was different he didn’t have the same energy he used to have and the same attitude. When I’d visit him he would always be in his room and when he come out he’d look depressed, his siblings would tell me that he would go days without eating anything and the only thing he would do was drink alcohol and cry out of nowhere.
Because I had seen what the war at done to my cousin and how it left him with PTSD, it was a lot for his family but they got through it together. I wasn’t scared about being traumatized or having PTSD, I knew I would be able to handle it but I just didn’t want to put a burden on my family.
I agree, I just don’t think the military is a good fit for me. I’ve noticed the effects of it and can understand why someone may want to join or not want to.
This is very relatable. Personally, I dont want to join the military, only because my dad was in it and I’ve seen how it has affected him since I was very young.