Must have been a Hell of an experience.
Well, it was certainly interesting, and I have to admit that I actually had a lot of fun while I was in the Army, in spite of everything.
First of all, I was originally supposed to join with my best friend in high school on a buddy program that the Army had at the time. My buddy backed out at the last minute, right after I signed the papers and took the oath. So he skated and I was stuck.
Second problem was, I joined largely to get out from under my father's authority (and I was thoroughly bored in high school.) Joining the Army to escape parental authority was a remarkably dumb idea, as I quickly realized during Basic Training, when I suddenly had half a dozen authority figures yelling in my face.
So I decided to encourage them to kick me out by going AWOL. Repeatedly. I would take off and go somewhere for a while, until my money ran out or I got picked up for something, then they'd take me back to the base (Fort Knox, KY), and then I'd take off again a few days later. I did it often enough that the MPs joked that they could blind fold me and drop me anywhere on Fort Knox, and I'd find my way off the base in half an hour. lol I even deserted from the Stockade once, by doing something they didn't expect - I walked out the front door, right past the guards, carrying a clipboard and just looking like I knew what I was doing.
Unfortunately, my father foiled my scheme. The Army was actually considering discharging me, but my father found out about what I'd been doing. He was a high enough ranking government agent to get an appointment with the commanding general at Fort Knox, and Dad convinced him to not let me go so easily. Instead, he convinced the general to have my training records from Basic mysteriously vanish, so after I was released from the Stockade instead of getting discharged liked I'd hoped I got to go through Basic training a second time! (Thanks, Dad!)
But I had a blast doing it the second time! I was in good physical shape compared to the first time, and I already knew what we were going to be doing, so the pressure was off. It quickly became obvious to the drill sergeants that I knew the course and they ended up getting me to help the guys who were struggling to learn things like Drill and Ceremony. I ended up settling down and behaving myself (except for one last, very brief AWOL for my 18th birthday - I took off for a weekend, but I turned myself into the company commander on Monday morning. I think he gave me a $50 fine, about a quarter of my monthly pay.)
When I first looked into joining the Army, I wanted to go into field artillery, but my eyesight wasn't good enough, and based on my aptitude tests when I joined I ended up going into clerical training. Wanting to avoid Vietnam, when I signed up I put in for a posting in Germany (enlisting gave you options that you didn't get if you were drafted.) After I completed my AIT (Advanced Individual Training) at Fort Dix, NJ, the Army actually honored my enlistment contract and sent me to Germany in October 1973, but when I got to the processing center in Frankfurt I ran into a snag. Thanks to my AWOLs, no one really wanted me. No doubt they figured an 18 year old loose in Germany with my record of disappearing was just going to vanish on them. So I was stuck in limbo for about three weeks, and being a reasonably intelligent kid, I would vanish just before they handed out job assignments for the day, and I spent my days wandering the streets of Frankfurt and getting drunk off my ass in German bars.
They finally sent me back to Fort Dix, where I spent the remainder of my time in the Army, first as a property book clerk in Brigade Logistics (S-4), and then I became the company clerk for the Brigade's headquarters company. (Think Radar O'Reilly, without the war setting.) I was a SPC4 by then (equivalent to a corporal), and was actually considering reenlisting to get my SPC5 (sergeant) stripe.
I had a lot of good times at Fort Dix, but unfortunately some of them came back to bite me in the ass. A jealous former lover (who, ironically, was married to a really sweet Japanese gal) framed me for an court-martial level offense that could have gotten me several years of hard labor in Fort Leavenworth (Army prison), and when I tried to fight the charge I found out that the CID (Criminal Investigation Division) had also become well acquainted with my sex life in the Army, and they'd be happy to consider additional charges if I wanted to put up a fight. So when my Brigade commander offered me a General discharge in lieu of court-martial, I jumped for it, but the Commanding General at Fort Dix changed it to an Undesirable Discharge. When I appealed to him for a reconsideration, he literally said to my face that he wasn't going to give a General Discharge to a faggot. I could either take the Undesirable or the court-martial. I took the discharge.
So yeah, all in all, it was a hell of an experience. lol