Good points guys. My family has been in the military since the times of the minutemen. I have diaries from my 6th great grandfather that tells of chasing Tories and Redcoats through what is present day Pennsylvania. There hasn't been a war, conflict or skirmish that my family has not been involved in. We are steeped in military tradition.
That being said, I joined the military for a few reasons, none of them had to do with combat or killing. I needed an education that I couldn't afford, I wanted to see a bit of the world and I wanted to serve my country. What did I get? Great training in electronics, radios and communications equipment and the opportunity to travel to many places, unfortunately, alot of those places were third world shit-holes.
At 13, your life should be care free and fun. A few more years it should be about cars and girls. You have a lot ahead of you. You need to understand your desire to serve and why. If you are only in it to kill, or for "payback", you aren't going to do well. Besides, revenge is a bad business, once you get your revenge, then what?
Trust me, Les and Adler, and whoever else has been there. It isn't pretty, romantic or poetic. This isn't a game, when someone dies, they are GONE, forever. The movies show a guy who takes a bullet being cool about it. It's not like that. Different people react differently to it, but in the heat of battle, you don't have time to cry about it. You keep shooting as long as you can. When it's over, and the adrenaline ebbs, the pain sets in.
Patton quotes are fine, but how many died under his command? He was nicknamed Old Blood and Guts for a reason. There were many allied generals that were very capable and got things done. Patton was not the only one.
People die in combat, good people, your buddies that you have spent possibly years around. These are people who you have lived with, ate with, showered with, shit with, etc. You KNOW these guys and they know you. They were the closest friends I ever had. And I lost a few of them over the years. It doesn't get easier with each loss either. It sucks BAD and you never fully get over it.
I will relay some personal experience here to let you know what it does. Guys, bear with me for a moment. When I got out of the Air Force in 1988, I was all kinds of fuck-ed up. I thought I was okay, but I wasn;t. Nightmares came and went, alcohol was a constant pain reliever. Anti depressants and other psychotic drugs numbed things that I was struggling to confront or make go away. I spent the better part of my 20s in a drugged or drunken stupor trying to make my demons disappear. One of the side effects of extreme duress is there are pockets in your mind that hide some really fucked up shit. That shit sits and festers to mess you up but good. It took hypnotherapy and a long time to open up all those little pockets and remember some very unpleasant things.
Today, I am clean and sober for just over 7 years and my life is back on track. But it has been a long road to get here because of some of the shit I saw, and did. Picture your current deepest darkest fear. Now multiply that by a factor of about 100. That is what you could be facing.