Here’s the deal. I had three shots of Jack and a 40 of Mickey’s. I walked outside to smoke and I overheard this through an open window in the barracks:

“Here’s what I feel I should be doing; I should have three kids. Two of whom I don’t know if they’re mine; living in a trailer park. Wearing a wife beater with oil stains on it and a baby in one hand and a beer in the other.”
 

Is that more fulfilling than living the infantry life? How should one measure success? Is the army that big of a waste of time? Despite the cons, it sounds appealing compared to what I'm doing....