Hey guys,
My name is Bucyrus. I am a 22 year old D2 collegiate athlete, eagle scout, and I have had several internships with various law enforcement agencies including the US Marshalls Service. I have always wanted to serve in the military, and my older brothers were both deployed to Iraq and Afghanistan several times. One was an Infantryman and the other was a chemical guy. Watching them go and hearing the experiences they have had sparked an interest in that just didn't go away. Next week I will be going to MEPS and swearing into the National Guard, and hopefully receiving a REP-63 contract. I am hoping to ship as soon as I graduate, so I have about 6 months to prepare. There are several reasons why I want to do this, and why I honestly believe I will make it. This is going to be a long one, sorry in advance for that, but I think it is worth mentioning.
The first of which is athletically, I am a little bit crazy. We have fall conditioning every year for about two months straight, and it is just hell. I love it in a weird way. One day I pushed myself so far that I puked a little bit. Instead of going to the trash can, I just swallowed it. I wasn't going to be that guy. I honestly think you can push me to the point of where my body just can't keep moving, and mentally I just won't accept it. The only way I don't make it through Selection is if the cadre just don't like me and decide not to pick me. If I have a broken foot, I will find a way to splint it and suffer for the remainder of the three week course.
The second reason why I think I have what it takes, is I broke my foot twice during track. I was that dude in the weight room hopping on one foot in the gym doing upper body for pretty much an entire year. The doctors told me I needed a screw put into my foot, but I ignored them and insisted that it would heal. After all, I was joining the military after graduation. Guess what, it healed. But I had originally told my mother I wanted to join the military, and she wasn't having it. So when I went to the doctor for the first time my mother offered up to the doc that I had asthma when I was a kid. So the doctor put it on their records. I didn't think anything of it. I later found out that my dad was smoking around me when I was 5 and I was coughing and some doctor said I might have asthma. So when I tried to join last spring, I had to give MEPS the medical records for my foot because I am not a fan of lying, even when it comes to MEPS. So long story short MEPS cleared me for the foot, DQ'd me for asthma, which I don't have.
I went to two pulmonologists, the first one told me I had asthma although when I looked at the test results it showed that I was fine, I didn't react to the drug that they gave me whatsoever. I literally sat down and read medical studies online for like two hours because I couldn't believe what this guy just told me. I called him, and asked him if he would just sign off and argued with him about the results. His words were "Sorry son, you have asthma. I can't let you join the military" So I decided to go to another pulmonologist, who told me I was completely fine, and that the other doctor was an idiot. I just found out that I was cleared by MEPS two weeks ago. This has almost taken me a full year to even get cleared to join the military. If I didn't quit with all that, I doubt I will ever quit when I am in Selection and Q-course. Especially when I have a whole church full of people believing in me and praying for me.
Finally, this might sound cheesy but I think God wires people a little differently than others. I am meant to go do the hard things, my life is not meant to be an easy life. I do not fear death, though I naturally don't want to die yet, and I don't think I ever will. But I have that solid faith that not many have, it will get me through the hard times. When I am alone in the dark, lost and freezing. It is a solid "why". Why do I want to be a green beret? Because I think that is where God want's me to go. If that is where He want's me, I will make it. Someone has to go, and when things get tough I will remember where home is, and who I am doing all this for.