Don’t blame you. When I got my re-enlistment chat I told tem they were wasting their time. I was accepted to college nad adios. There was no way I was spemding four more years in the Firerooms-I was in 2MMR on JFK as a BT- and watch them wire and glue a 1200psi steam plant together while we added new paint to the overhead.
I’ve always called those days my Ten Million Dollar Experience:
Wouldn’t take a million bucks for the people I met and worked with or the places I saw and things I did. Absolutely wouldn’t take the other nine million to do it again.