"And other purposes" is what worries me. I was in J.R.O.T.C in highschool by my own choice. Believe it or not, my initial reason for wanting to join was because of the uniform. I like getting dressed up, and having a professional looking uniform on, with medals, and ribbons and honors, that just made it more appealing.
I somehow naturally fit in there, and when I decided to leave after my junior year, I was even offered a position to run for Company Commander for the following year. In retrospect, maybe I should have taken it. It would have made me an officer, and people would have had to salute me and call me sir. The farthest I got was Master Sergeant. Thats the highest possible non-commissioned rank. I left because my classes were demanding more from me and I just didn't have enough time to make room for both. Passing high school was more important to me. My grades were slipping all around and ROTC was taking up too much of my mental energies. And besides, some people treated me with the respect of an officer anyways, so it was all good.
Not to make light of it all, and I know that it was just J.R.O.T.C and that REAL military service is totally different. My point is though, if you haven't stopped reading, that I would have been somewhat prepared for active military service. But I graduated in 2001, and alot of my self-conditioning and the conditioning of the program has worn off. I'm 21 years old, going to be 22 in August.
In all seriousness, the thought of being sent to the front lines to die for some God-forsaken cause really disturbs me. What more am I than a meat shield to protect more important assets? I believe there is no price for a human life, and its a shame war is a thing that takes it by the thousands.
I believe in duty and service for the greater good. But I don't know that I'd want to take another person's life. If forced to, me or him, of course I'd shoot. But its like someone else taking my morals away from me and flushing them down the toilet. I don't appriciate that, and as an american it disgraces me.
Though I know God, family, and country would forgive me, I'm not so sure I could forgive myself. Its not so much the war, its how it changes people. Sure, death and carnage are a horrible extreme, but the aftermath is just as bad.