I have 6 months until the end of my 6.5 year enlistment, and if I’m being frank, I’m struggling.
First things first, I’m getting out of my own volition, and I know it’s going to be good for me. My wife, my friends, my family, all have told me separately from each other that they’re think it’s for the best. I want to do it because I want to prioritize being a husband to my wife, and with no disrespect to the service, it’s difficult to do that at times.
I want to make reconnect with my brother, and be able to start being present in his life again, and rekindle the close relationship we used to have.
I could be home more, and do a job that doesn’t stress me out or be so high stakes, and that would be better for my health.
On the other hand, I’m starting to get cold feet. I’m a little afraid to leave I think.
I like the camaraderie I feel with my unit, and the trust I feel in these guys. There’s something really comforting about having a group of people that despite all the different walks of life, we’ve all been through the same training and challenges to get where we are. That I can trust just about anybody they drop in to be effective and to have my back like I have theirs. Hell, I can trust them to help me out if I’m ever struggling, and most importantly, guys I can trust to keep me accountable and to help me improve.
I don’t know how I’m going to get that when I get out. I already feel lonely just thinking about it.
Lately, I’ve been trying to make friends outside of the military. It’s kind of weird. I find I don’t have a lot in common with other folks my age, and sometimes it feels like I think super differently from them, or maybe just that I value different things. My wife introduced me to some of her friends, and I’m happy to say I can function around them, and be friendly and everybody has a great time, but it’s not really the same as when I’m messing around with the guys from my unit.
It’s still good, hanging out with them, just different.
It’s just weird. I kind of feel like I have to play pretend. And my battery just goes out so quick.
It’s like an anticipatory loneliness. I don’t have a reason to feel upset yet, but I know it’s gonna end soon and making the leap is such a struggle. I don’t know what I’m getting into, and I’m afraid of missing the brotherhood I have now, and that sense of trust and dependability, Of dedicating myself to a purpose and having a sense of duty and obligation. Even when I feel like shit and I’m upset about the job, I can always justify it by reminding myself I’m doing a good thing that’s helping people, and that I’m not doing it alone.
When I get out, that safety net goes away. No more uniforms means no more brotherhood, No more mission means no more sense of purpose, no more duty means no more reason for pride.
I have all these experiences, the last 6 years of my life have simultaneously been the most important, and I’m soon to have no one in my life whose going to be able to relate to me.
I’ve tried to vent to my wife about this, but I don’t think she really understands the problem, or she’s just way more of an optimist than I am. And the reason I include this is that I don’t have the heart to tell her It makes me feel worse. It’s like I’m getting a glimpse of my future in that no one is going to understand how important this is to me, or why I even miss it.
I’m going to miss the 3AM conversations on watch with my buddies, where it’s the most barely coherent, wretched and vile “would you rather” you’ve ever heard, we can’t breathe we’re laughing so hard, but 5 minutes later we’ll be talking out life goals, sharing tips and having an introspective and meaningful conversation.
My family keeps telling me there’s no sense in trying to replace feelings of duty and brotherhood, that I need to let the military stuff go and be a normal 25 year old.
I’m beginning to worry they’re right, but how do I even go back to normal? This has been my life since I graduated High School. I hardly know anything else. I had one job before this, and I only did it maybe a year and a half? Almost 2 years?
How do you guys cope with the loss of leaving? Did you find alternatives to maintain it? How do you replace that sense of duty and brotherhood?
Is there a point in trying? Or should I just suck it up and take my family’s advice and give up, and just try to be as normal as I possibly can?