Hello, my name is Benji Berkeley, and I am happy to be a member of these forums. I am currently a sophmore in high school.
A little bit about myself...
Since my brain could first process memory, I have known I have grown up in a very broken family... Not abusive or anything of that sort, but my parents are divorced and since remarried, but the family was never sorted out so well, and my parents never really cared about me or raised me properly save for my father. Since I only see him and my stepmother half a week (the other half I spend at my mom's/stepdad's), his influence on my life has been half-hearted at best. The other half of the week I am at my mother's, and she is ineffectual and constantly a prime candidate for alcoholics anonymous. 3/4 of my parents are doctors, the odd-one-out being my stepmom, who is a stereotypical suburban trophy-housewife... she is evil and she doesn't care about me or my twin sister, and she favors her own three daughters (my stepsisters) over us.
Anyway, I have been tossed between these two houses like a hot potato for as long as I can remember. I consider myself to be an intelligent person (and so does the state of New York... 94th percentile on standardized tests) but I have grown up with no discipline, no motivation, a weak religious platform, and questionable goals, and no support in anything I do from my parents.
I am now overweight. I have few interests, and some of my friends (... not my parents, figure that) are worried that I might be depressed. I sustain a very minimal 3.3 GPA at my school. Oh yes, my school. Scarsdale Public High School. I read many novels about US Naval History and the Marine Corps, and in one such novel called Making Marines, the author said something along the lines of "South Boston is to the Marine Corps as Scarsdale is to Harvard". So already, I am looking at the Marine Corps with the disposition that all of you folks must have some disdain for people like myself, like I am not wanted in your Corps.
So why am I here? That is a darn good question. I think it mostly started out of a dissociation between myself and my community. I really love this country and what it has provided for me, and what its role is in the world. In my community and my school... Basically imagine the most liberal/hippie/communist place you could imagine. Some of my teachers openly say disturbing things, i.e. my Spanish teacher today said: "kill Mr. Bush" .There are many many other rediculous and out of line phrases, practices, and lessons that go on at my school with the praise of the administration. The kids are exactly the same. I really cannot take the daily unwarranted and uncountered disparragement of our nation. It is offensive to me and nobody cares.
My main interest for the last five years of my life has been US Naval History. I know more about the Navy than I do about all my teachers "Why America is a failure" lectures put together. I never really had much interest in the Marines until recently. This was mostly spurred by two things:
1) Naval Combat will not return to what it was like in WW2, WW1, or even Nelson's time in my lifetime. Marines will always be fighting. I don't want to be cruising around the world chasing "pirates" on RIB's while Marines are fighting.
2) On one balmy February day I was walking up the stairs to the library from the cafeteria at my school, and around the bend comes a USMC Staff Sergeant in full dress blues. I was stunned for a moment... Really. I stopped walking. I merely said "Good afternoon Staff Sergeant" as he came down the stairs, and suddenly he lit up as well. I think I must have hit a chord in him by recognizing his rank and adressing him as such, because we had a most jovial conversation. I don't really know why he was at our school though... There are no recruits to be found here. Everyone goes to college to become a lawyer or doctor or whatever. To not go to college is unthinkable here.
So... Then I asked around my community about what people thought of military service. The responses surprised me, but they really shouldn't have. When I asked them of a military career, of all things they could say, the first thing that comes out is "You get paid ***...". Not "You might get hurt" or "It is hard to maintain a family" or anything else. Without inquiring further, I got the idea of where these people's values lied, and I didn't need their opinion.
About a military career?
I am not sure if I want to enlist after high school or go through college (probably NROTC) and become an officer. I am leaning towards enlisting flat out just because I would feel ashamed to be an officer. My performance in life does not denote officer material. I am not a good student, and for the qualities that make me a poor student, I would probably be a poor officer. Somewhere inside me though, I believe I have the qualities that good make me a fine one. Or if not an officer, a leader.
The reasons for enlisting seem to outweight those of being an officer. Personally, it would mean not having to put up with another four years of the re-educational communist hell that I have been experiencing. It would be an immediate release into a community I could love. Also, I have lived a very spoiled lifestyle with little to say for myself. The life of the soldier seems perfect for me. I want someone to light a fire under my ass, to make me proud of something, to make me work for a living. And maybe, if I become a good enough enlisted soldier, I may be able to get to an OCS-esque program, no? I am not sure of the specifics on that.
I am also not sure what I would want to do in the Marines. The prime reason for wanting to be an officer is so that I could possibly become a pilot, since Aviation History is second up to Naval History in my list of interests and hobbies. I am obsessed with the fleet of Marine Air. Failing that, I wouldn't really care what I did.
As an enlisted soldier, however, I am not sure. There seems to be a lot more options. I wouldn't mind being infantry, nor avionics, nor artillery, or anything really. Just not transport or working with computers or anything. I want a fighting job, or close to it.
I think I'll end this life-story-ish rant here and let you folks read it. Sorry for the length... I've had a lot bottled in me.
Take care,
Benji Berkeley