Dreamin

Occasionally, I have a dream that reminds me why I left the military. Its sort of like something that I experienced in basic training, where, one day, we were all in the barracks, industriously polishing our boots, and I thought 'Someday I will look back on this and think that it wasn't so bad. But it was!' And this was Air Force basic training, not nearly so tough as the other services.

The dream which reminded me of that was this: for some reason, I was in a milling group of people being harangued by a couple of officers who seemed generally ticked off at something we had done... or not done... or both. All we wanted to do was get into a chow hall so that we could have lunch, but we couldn't leave; we had to hang around until this person decided he'd vented enough spleen, and then we could go. By which time, when he finally let us go, the chow hall had closed.

Thats not actually the precise reason I left, but it incorporates the general attitude that motivated it. I really don't like authoritarian environments.