“I still really want to join the Air Force,” she said.
“This is not the best time to join the air force; you know, war,” I said.
“Oh, I’m sure I could just get some sort of clerical job.”
“That’s not how that works.”
“…I kinda thought it was just flying planes and sorting papers.”
“What?!” I sputtered.
“…What? I could see the world, show N something more, learn another language,” she says dreamily.
“Dude! Dude… They do a hell of a lot more than that!”
“Wow, but wait – …You know what, you could be a missionary. Peaces Corps or something, go with your religious views. There’s traveling. And they teach you another language too.”
There’s a 30 seconds of silence.
“I don’t want to sleep on a straw mat in the Congo. Besides I don’t know that much about the Bible –”
“Seems to me you don’t know much about the Air Force either.”
“Um, well – ”
“What kills me though,” I said, “is your negativity about joining the Peace Corps but all willing to join the military. Bless you S.”