When I was 17 years old, I had little-to-no plans for my future besides graduating high school. I always had a strong desire to serve my country and considered myself a patriot at heart. I knew I had to do something that would not only provide me with income, but would also provide me with real-life experience and skills that would drive my future. The choice was simple: I decided to enlist in the United States Marine Corps.
If you're reading this, chances are I don't need to tell you how crappy a military job can be sometimes. I consider myself lucky that the overall crap level I experienced was relatively low during my years in uniform. Still, I endured many moments of boredom and frustration that I grumbled and groaned my way through, all while doing my job as best I could. Because that's what Marines do. I mean, what other option did I have? Quit? Not so much. So I trained hard to suck it up, pushed through, and got things done.