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I'm 23yrs old, and semi-employed. I'm CONDITIONALLY employed by a security company right now, just waiting for my security license to come in from the ministry before they can put me somewhere. I've been fascinated by the armed forces for a VERY long time, I don't know why, but i have. My cousin and I used to have toy rifles when we were kids and we'd play army often. When I was 10 years old my friend and I made a pact that we'd both join the military (at the time we were both more interested in the air force). We went as far as contacting the air cadets but neither of our parents wanted us to do that because they thought it meant we automatically went into the military. When I was 14 I again wanted to join a cadet corps, but this time with the Army cadets, again, parents wouldn't let me. During an air show in 1998 or '99 the CF had a "show and tell" type at the airport (i think it was the airport, i saw planes taking off on a runway, not sure which airport it was though). Anyways, during this show, the CF had this mini-obstacle course, which I participated in. When i came out i said to my parents "If i ever want to join the military, DON'T LET ME!" I was 14/15yrs old, and VERY out of shape back then. Anyways, at the age of 15 my family moved to the U.S. (miami). There we had recruiters coming to the school every so often, that the idea of the military came back, so I did some thinking, and sent off for information packages to the US Army and US Marines. They had some promotion where they'd send you some kind of gift for giving your information for an information package. Anyways, We ended up moving back to Canada a year later, and 2 weeks after we moved, US recruiters showed up at the house i lived in in the states (my aunt's house). My cousin answered the door and there were 2 recruiters standing at the door. "Hi, We're such and such from the US Army, we're looking for Alex" "um...he's moved to Canada" "hahaha, yes im sure, now seriously, we'd like to speak to him, asked for an information package from the US Army" (i didnt know information package meant recruiters showed up at your door). So when my aunt and cousin told me this story, everyone asked me if i had a death wish, if im not happy with my life, things like that. I dropped the idea of the military for a while, and decided to be a cop, so I took police foundations at Seneca college in King City, to get some basic knowledge into police work and such. again my mom asked me if i had a death wish, why i want to risk my life so much and blah blah blah.
Fast forward 3 years later, August 2006, I'm selling cars at a car dealership in Toronto, i sent for an information package from the CF. I fill it out, send it off. I dont hear anything from the CFRC for MONTHS, until December 2007. It was a Sgt. from the Mississauga recruiting office, calls my mom's cell, dont know how they got that number, said they've been trying to contact me for a while and this would be the last time and asked if i was still interested in the CF. I jumped out of my seat and said "yes, sir, i am" "great, we need to get a copy of your high school transcript..yadda yadda usual stuff, within a week and hand it in to us" (he didnt say yadda yadda but w/e). I let the week go through as my schedule was pretty busy and couldnt find the time to go to the board to get a transcript. I sent for another application package a few months later after thinking about it some more, filled it out, got the high school transcript, and left it sitting there while i thought to myself if this is what I wanted for SURE FOR SURE!....co-workers criticizing me, 1 guy tried giving me orders and said "u gotta get used to it if ur gonna be in the army" "yea, well im not in the army YET, and you're nowhere near being one of my superiors, so take off eh" again mom freaks out "i dont understand why u wanna get yourself killed so much! i dont understand why you enjoy these things so much, u never grew up with guns, i raised you right" "yea, just goes to show all this sheltering of kids from violence and parents saying 'oh dont play guns, dont make a gun with ur index finger nd thumb, dont play g.i. joe, play with ken instead' (i didnt play with ken, i swear) does absolutely nothing" and anyways, she's given up now and has reluctantly accepted my choices in life.
So after few months of having that application sitting there, debating whether or not i want this, i went down to the CFRC and handed it in last week. I figure, i've had 10 months to think about it (this time), and it's been on my mind for as long s i can remember, why not go for it.
That's my story, long, and depending on how you see it, boring, interesting, maybe even a common story for most. Here's hoping it all goes good
Fast forward 3 years later, August 2006, I'm selling cars at a car dealership in Toronto, i sent for an information package from the CF. I fill it out, send it off. I dont hear anything from the CFRC for MONTHS, until December 2007. It was a Sgt. from the Mississauga recruiting office, calls my mom's cell, dont know how they got that number, said they've been trying to contact me for a while and this would be the last time and asked if i was still interested in the CF. I jumped out of my seat and said "yes, sir, i am" "great, we need to get a copy of your high school transcript..yadda yadda usual stuff, within a week and hand it in to us" (he didnt say yadda yadda but w/e). I let the week go through as my schedule was pretty busy and couldnt find the time to go to the board to get a transcript. I sent for another application package a few months later after thinking about it some more, filled it out, got the high school transcript, and left it sitting there while i thought to myself if this is what I wanted for SURE FOR SURE!....co-workers criticizing me, 1 guy tried giving me orders and said "u gotta get used to it if ur gonna be in the army" "yea, well im not in the army YET, and you're nowhere near being one of my superiors, so take off eh" again mom freaks out "i dont understand why u wanna get yourself killed so much! i dont understand why you enjoy these things so much, u never grew up with guns, i raised you right" "yea, just goes to show all this sheltering of kids from violence and parents saying 'oh dont play guns, dont make a gun with ur index finger nd thumb, dont play g.i. joe, play with ken instead' (i didnt play with ken, i swear) does absolutely nothing" and anyways, she's given up now and has reluctantly accepted my choices in life.
So after few months of having that application sitting there, debating whether or not i want this, i went down to the CFRC and handed it in last week. I figure, i've had 10 months to think about it (this time), and it's been on my mind for as long s i can remember, why not go for it.
That's my story, long, and depending on how you see it, boring, interesting, maybe even a common story for most. Here's hoping it all goes good
