Quote from: Naomi on June 09, 2013, 12:03:08 PM
I ended up avoiding the real military by telling myself that it wasn't the best route to reach my career goals, but I ended up as a Cadet Commander in the Army's JROTC program during high school, an Eagle Scout, and among anyone I know I make the best "that's what she said jokes." :/ I'd say I was pretty good at being a "man". To be fair I still love uniforms but my high school was one heck of a homophobic man's man environment.
I avoided forced conscription and became a student. Then, during the my first year I almost joined the voluntary paramilitary forces (kinda like National Guard in the US) - I signed up but then I did not show up, because the schedule did not fit my my studies... Yeah, and before I settled with law studies, I almost joined the Military Academy - but when I thought about barrack regime realistically - I dropped that idea immediately

. Still, during the studies I continued practicing martial arts, completed the basic small arms course - just in case, cliffhanging for one year, archery, fencing, which turned into swordfighting, which turned into historical re-enactment (medieval period), black powder artillery and equestrian...

I was not the best, but I was considered very good in what we did and also kind-spirited - not Your macho type, but someone, who can and will calm things down, but once the s..t has hit the fan, will join the frail without hesitation

. I was often scared, but that adrenaline rush was awesome

. And those moments, when You send horse into gallop and lower Your lance to hit the target dummy... Or when You are facing a shield wall of guys full of adrenaline and testosterone, their armor shining, visors closed, You dont see any faces, just halberds on the second row, knowing as soon as they clash with Your lines all that heavy steel goodness is going to rain upon Your head... The charge, brace, impact, fear and then Your thoughts just shut down and Your body starts "doing business"... I dunno if I must be ashamed, but I have to admit that it felt good...