When I was short, I tried to get out of the infantry by applying for a lateral move. I wanted to have a nice, easy job in an air conditioned office with the females. I kept seeing the reenlistment NCO, even when I was a two digit midget. The best they could offer me was the drill field, recruiting duty, or instructor at Quantico. After two years, BAM! I'd be back in a rifle company again. I saw how easy the pogues that worked with the WMs had it, I saw it with jealous eyes. When going to schools at stateside, I'd see the females running in formation, boobs bouncing and butts jiggling, and I knew I was an office type. I didn't care how they wore their hair. I was looking for sweat stains...
That's good stuff right there!