In trying to figure out which branch of the armed forces to join, I tend to look at the possible ways of dying on the job.

Army: Get shot, hurts alot. Shrapnel, chemical warfare, and other explosive devices probably wouldn't be fun either.
Navy: Drown at sea or eaten by sharks.
Airforce: Explode in plane.

If you think I went to an Airforce recruiting office on Friday, you are correct.
Didn't need a physical to tell me I'm out of shape and have bad vision though.
That's common knowledge.

I figure that since I've had to scrap or put on hold one dream after the next (acting, marriage, culinary school), I might as well waste my life serving the greater good.
At least I'd be doing something.

It's not like I wanted to keep the house where I spent 16 some-odd years growing up.
Pretty sure the other states might be nice to live in seeing as how I'd never be able to realistically afford a house in California.

Needed to vent a bit.
Sorry.

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