Seaman Recruit

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic

How I falsely enlisted in the United States Navy and got away with it!

It was a dark and windy morning on April 10th 2009 when I walked into the recruiter's office in Cambridge Minnesota. I had been having a great deal of difficulty finding a job after the housing market crashed in 2008 and I was desparate.

Petty Officer Ryan was a handsome, skinny white man, and stood at about five feet ten inches tall. He wore his officers uniform proudly as if to say "Hey! Look at me! My penis is exactly two inches long and my ego will smother you to death!"  but I said nothing because he was employed and I was not.

We talked for awhile about opportunities and I expressed my interest. He asked if I had any physical impairments and I said no which was true. He asked if I had a criminal record to which I said no. The final thing he asked was "Do you have any history of mental illness" I said yes and told him exactly what was wrong. Ryan looked at me blankly and offered me a free coffee mug and said "I'm sorry but the armed forces does not accept anyone with mental health disorders." Just like that the conversation died and I was already out the door. It was like so many other job interviews I had. The conversation always died quickly only this time I was being judged for something beyond my control.

A week had passed and the only thing I had to do at age 20 was play video games in my parent's house until I got a phone call from Ryan at 3PM asking if I wanted to come in for placement testing. I found this 180 degree change of tone rather odd, but I was bored. I had nothing better to do so I told him I would be in around 4PM as I lived close by.

When I arrived I was given an academic placement test similar to an I.Q. check. I scored very high and was offered a contract to be trained as a medical corpsman after I passed basic training. I would be flown out to the USNS Comfort medical ship to complete my training, and remain stationed there for a seven year stretch. I was delighted and agreed to it quickly. The recruiter warned me about not telling anyone about my condition or I would risk everyone in my training unit getting tossed out with me. I told him I understood although I was mentally taxed from watching my own older brother's fall into insanity and desparate to get away from Minnesota that I would have said anything at that point. It was my recruiter Ryan who drove me out personally to the Minneapolis Military Entrance test site at 1 Federal Drive Suite 3201 Fort Snelling, MN 55111 where I was given extensive physical testing and a prostrate exam. After a few hours of similar testing I was given the all clear after passing the urine test.

I waited in the lobby to swear the oath of enlistment with ten others and while I waited a nice female officer offered me a cup of coffee. I accepted and after she left several men in military uniforms at the nearby desk did nothing but insult her behind her back "That's what they get for accepting bitches into the service. Fucking sluts will hit on anything that moves" they laughed. I was disgusted to say the least but I said nothing, after all it was none of my business and I did not want to start trouble. Still it really made me start to wonder if I was doing the right thing. After all would they sneer and laugh if they knew what I was afflicted with?

Upon reading the oath a legally notarized document was placed before me which I glanced at without really reading it. I signed quickly overthinking what I heard in the hall way. The presiding Navy Officer shoke my hand and said "Welcome aboard Seaman Recruit". This false flattery eased my nerves and made it easier to prepare for training.

A day latter I was driven to a hotel near the Minneapolis Airport where I spent the night with other recruits awaiting deployment and shared a room with a twenty something on his way to an airforce Academy. I was nervous as Hell and all kinds of thoughts had been bouncing around in my head that night but in the morning before our bus arrived to bring us to the airport we had been given a nice breakfast by the manager of the hotel thanking us for our sacrifice like we were already at war and being shipped to our graves.

I remember arriving at the airport and being on the plane departing for Chicago. It smelled bad and was unpleasant because of a baby crying which did not help my nerves. My mind had already been shot from lack of sleep. After about thirty minutes of turbulance we arrived at our destination the Chicago O'hare International Airport. We waited for a team of officers from the Great Lakes Naval Station to bus us to boot camp.

Six men in uniform arrived to lead us to the bus. It was around 10PM and it was already getting dark when we arrived at the great lakes facility. During the ride the bus driver glared at me the entire time in the rear view mirror as we all had been warned not to sleep on the bus ride there or we would be punished so I was one of the many who did not fall asleep. We had all been led to a room with many desks almost like a large highschool classroom and told  "You sit down! You keep your head down! If you look up you will do fifty push ups!" So I kept my head down for approximately 1 hour while I waited for orders. After what seemed like an eternity I heard the commanding officer whose rank I was too stupid at the time to recognize tell us to stand up then line up for a head count. When he reached me he asked "Tell me your full name and social security number!" When I replied I accidently called him sir instead of addressing him by proper rank. "You stupid son of a bitch I am not a Sir I am a petty officer first class and I work for a living you knuckle head!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. I was rather shocked and annoyed to be spoken too so harshly and was not used to it. While it was true that I had been badly traumatized by bullies growing up I was an emotional wreck going into basic training. I did not have the mental health and iron will needed to survive. I was mainly there to get away from my parents, unemployment, and have a decent meal. The realization that it was all to much had begun to weigh on me as the days rolled on. P days they called them in training as the first week was the simplist. This first week was devoted to medical testing and drug screenings.

The next few weeks seemed to go well until my mental health disorder became a problem. You see I suffer from Major Depression but I also suffer from multiple personality disorder (Dissociative Identity Disorder) that can make life rather difficult considering that my alter ego is a dominate alpha male and I am more submissive.

It started during the harshest weeks of training when I was assigned to stand watch during lights out. Something triggered the alter ego who was influenced by stress and I blacked out while standing my ground. When I awoke I found myself heavily restrained on a bed in USS Tranquility Recruit Medical Facility also called the Captain James A.Lovell Federal Health Center. I was only four weeks into my training. I tried the restraints and realized I was not strong enough to break them. I also felt drugged and dizzy.

"Can you hear me?" a female therapist spoke as I slowly came to my senses. She was very sexy. Perfect blond with the best pair of tits I ever saw on a woman (even under her sweater I could see the bumps of her nipples) but my libido at the time was non-existent due to the chemical restraints used. You've been in a holding cell in the USS Tranquility for the past two days under Thorazine which your body did not react well to. You've been in a deep sleep for over a day!" I turned my head and noticed various equipment. Heart monitor, charts, pill bottles and syringes. She continued to speak "My name is Doctor Samantha Rose I am a civilian Phychiatrist assigned to your case. Can you tell me what you remember? Please take your time your probably still dazed from the drugs they put you on." She looked at me with pretty green eyes that although sympathetic told me she was deadly serious in her inquiry so I told her "The last thing I remember was standing watch during lights out and then waking up here." she considered this for a moment and looked over the papers in her hand. "So you do not remember sneaking out of the building and trespassing in a secure area? Recall being confronted by an MP (Military Police) who caught you carving the Apocalypse Symbol into a door of a storage shed? How about nearly killing the man by strangulation and being tazed in the back by several other MP's? Ring any bells at all?" she said taking notes as she spoke. "No I can't recall it!" I said. "Your being held here for observation and in the morning the restraints will be removed and you will be assigned a room until the Navy provides you with an attorney from the Judge Advocates General (Jag). You will be court marshalled and interviewed by the FBI in a few weeks. I considered this as she left me to isolation.

I was interviewed by the FBI and ratted on my recruiter who told me to lie so I could get in. This saved me from a two year prison sentence but did not save me from the court marshall. My attorney was highly skilled. He saved me from a dishonorable discharge during the court marshall. I was given a general discharge and sent home. It cost the navy fifty thousand dollars.

I have pondered suicide ever since.

 


Submitted: May 02, 2021

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