“Okay, I gotta make this all abundantly clear: none of you kids are ever joining the fucking military. That sounds, like, weird strict dad shit, I guess, but. I gotta put my foot down. Don’t tell your mother I used those words.
Morgan, Nancy, you two are old enough to enlist if you really wanted to or go into ROTC or something. Don’t. Becks and Taylor, you let me know if they do any of those assemblies at your school, okay?
Because it’s disgusting. Like. There’s a lot going wrong in America these days. The solution to any of it isn’t to pick up a gun and go overseas. You’ve got those games and movies and shows making you think it’s the best thing ever. They do those assemblies where they show you the drones, talk about the benefits. Got some asshole in Marines dress pretending it’s a big adventure with the speech he’s giving. Don’t tell your mother I said “asshole”. It’s a lie, it’s a scam, it’s a trap.
Look you kids are old enough and smart enough. We’re not the richest people in the world. We’re lucky to have the position we’re in; many have it better than us, but more have it worse. I know, I know, dad’s having one of those opinions on society and justice and crime again. But let me be clear: I love the four of you. I will support damn near anything you do. I won’t ever cut you out of my life for joining the military. But I don’t want you all hurting yourselves for no good god damn reason.
The world’s big, and we may be small, but we fucking matter and can do what we need to get by without killing strangers over it.”
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