I might have the basic physical skills required to be a good sniper, but I don't have the mental skills and discipline. Nor do I have the will. I don't like guns in general, and snipers are the epitome of my problem with them. I despise the idea of someone picking people off while being relatively safe as they do so. Every time I play a game where people can be a sniper, and people choose to be snipers, I focus on them exclusively until they quit.

I can appreciate the skill, focus, and discipline required to be a sniper, but I have no respect for the job itself.

I had both the skill and the discipline. I also had a unique ability to ward off mosquitoes and other bugs. I think it is because I have an abnormal sweat and smell. I however didn't want to kill people. I had already started my path into buddhism and was starting to have second thoughts about being in the USMC

 I wanted to get into sniper school, but health issues caused me to be separated before I did. Life would have been very different for me if it wasn't for an incompetent naval doc. Maybe I should track him down and send him a thank you card, especially as mad as I was upon being discharged.

I used to blame the navy docs for the shit I went through, but I'm where I'm at today because of their poor decision making. I no longer lose sleep over what might or might not have been.