When I was a senior in high school, one of my post-graduation options was the U.S. military.
It would have made good sense. I had high test scores, an OK GPA, and was well-rounded. I spoke three foreign languages and wanted to go into intelligence, focusing on the Soviet Union. My dream job was working for the CIA as an operative, but I would have settled for a position translating tapes.
Sgt. Brown of the United States Marine Corps was sure I would make an excellent Marine. Sgt. Brown had an amazing Texas accent that was so strong it was almost fake. We talked about the language school in Monteray. We talked about me becoming an officer. I did pushups and situps in my room before I went to bed (and at one point, I was up to 40 pushups and 100 situps every night).
If that's what I wanted to do, I have no doubt I would have done it well. It would have been the perfect path to that future. Perhaps Sgt. Brown was right. I might have made an excellent Marine.
There were several reasons I didn't take him up on his offer, although it certainly wasn't for his lack of trying. I have a non-military streak of laziness, and joining the Marines would have meant shaking off the momentum of college that I was pretty sure was the right thing for me. I dislike getting up early, forced exercise, and yelling. Boot camp might have kicked that all out of me. It's hard to know.
There were other times after high school when I considered the military to further my career. Once, in college, I talked with someone about joining the military as a way to get into intelligence. It was recommended to me, and I thought about it again for some time.
One thing that held me back was the idea of war. Not because I was afraid of it, but because of what war was. The stupidity of it. The waste. I objected to the fact that I had to sign my life over for something immoral to get the job I wanted. I wanted that career, but not that way. And because I objected, morally, to that part of the job, I didn't take the job.
Some pharmacists could take a page from my book.