POV: YN's joining the Military

Where we at? I'm gonna try to get my ski mask for a gilly suit. We at the army recruitment office. Taking my talents to Iraq. I'm training in the switch for a 50 cal. Wait, wait, wait, we didn't even talk about this. There's nothing to talk about. I'm going to the army. I'm done fighting for the block. I wanna fight for the country. Are you sure you want to do this? Hell yeah, bro. When I come back to the hood, I'm gonna have way more training than I ever seen. You ain't never seen that before? Navy still on the block, bitch. They make uniforms to cover all of it. I don't care about any of that anymore. They also take feelings. Instead of putting this underneath the grill, if you catch a body, then just send you to Iraq. Bro, if you think about it, bro, we might not even come back. It's a win-win for the government. So how to go? They said if I get in, I get a tank. A 50 cal. And when I get back, I could go to school. If I come back. But if I do come back, man, we gonna get a house. I'm gonna be able to do a trade. Might only have one arm, but I'm gonna know how to use a sniper rifle. How do you learn how to combat roll like that? How do you learn how to jump out of that exploding building and do a 360 no scope? Is that realistic? I seen it in Call of Duty. Let's go watch war videos on Telegram. I'm excited. I hope they accept. The only problem is that the IQ test might be an issue. That's the only thing he said. And if the army don't take me, then the Navy will. But I told them I couldn't swim, so...