I wouldn't be able to knowingly kill another person. I have difficulty with unquestioning obedience to orders. I'm really out of shape. And now Tacitus has given me another reason not to join the military:

This really was the best part of my own Army experience: when we were in Nicaragua for Fuerte Apoyo in '98-'99, it was impossible to move about without being besieged by mobs of curious, often raucous children. They would climb all over your equipment if you didn't watch them, but they were always friendly, and to my knowledge they never pilfered a thing. They did, though, regard the American soldier as an inexhaustible, magic source of candy, and so we grew used to driving down dusty roads with urchins running alongside howling "Dame confetas! Dame chocolate!"