There is a certain doubt, internally, when I consider my fitness for the Navy. I've had three brothers go to boot camp, but none have graduated. This, by itself, gives me more pause than mother's passive-aggressive campaign to convince me to believe I will fail. Granted, this was a different time -- these brothers are all 30+ now, and they enlisted in the late 80s. Still, I wonder what was so irreconcilable with who they are and military life. I'm more anxious about this than anything else.
Family lore has it that they couldn't shoot. I... don't believe this. All of them have better eyesight than I do, and in arcade games, I usually hit what I'm aiming at 50% of the time. Not exactly the best indicator of my shooting ability, but I've never shot a real gun before. Although one of my brothers has admitted to doing "something" to an Army captain that made his separation more expedient.
I'll probably be fine. I try not to think about this too often, still it's kinda worrying.
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