I can hardly believe that it was 27 years ago this year that I was a recruit in the Australian Army – 1982 to be exact – and I was only 19 years old. It was one of the best times of my life, I made some great mates, had some wild times but I have to say I don’t want it for my son. He is 22 and threatening to ‘join up’…
He had a go at enlisting a year ago but his eyes are not the best and during a training weekend he demonstrated in several ways that he could not see the target he was supposed to be shooting at and I guess you cannot have a soldier that cannot see to shoot. Poor William, he was so disappointed. He now wants to try entrance at a different level and use the Army to gain a University degree which sounds like a good idea – so long as he does not have to get on a ship and go anywhere overseas. He has had the first lot of medicals and said he and his fellow hopefuls had to lie down on a row of power exam tables in a large room while a female doctor went up and down the row asking various questions. It is amazing how shy men get when a female doctor is involved – and interesting why the female applicants get a male doctor and the guys get a female doctor…why?
I remember my medical assessment day; I accidentally walked into the wrong room and confronted a roomful of guys in their underpants all lined up before the doctor – and one of the girls who was enlisting with me discovered she was pregnant after we submitted our ‘samples’. I had to wait a month to know if I was successful – now my ‘baby’ is doing the same thing 27 years after his Mum did. How time flies…
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