MEPS

My husband went to MEPS Monday. He took his ASVAB test and did well, even on the parts he thought he would do poorly in. He said there was one part he had problems with, something about puzzles which were not in the study guide. I knew he would surpise himself *wink*.
Yesterday was when the problems happened, however. This was the day of the physical (dun dun DUN!- that was dramatic music). Aparently, MEPS is like a window into the world of Basic. They wake you up at 3:30, tell you, basically to get your ass down to breakfast or someone will be up to get your ass down to breakfast. You have half an hour to eat and get your ass to the bus to drive to go fill out paperwork and see the "Doc". After he stood in the rain outside for an hour, he filled out his paperwork and was sent in to see the guy who would do his physical. They had him take off his clothes and they began to inspect him. When they looked at his back they saw the huge deep scar below his right shoulder blade.
"What is this?" they asked him.
He told them all about how he had punctured a lung and broken two ribs on a hook when he was little.
"That needs to be in a report."
They saw another scar on the back of his head. "What's this?" He explained it as well.
"That needs to be in a report."
Then they looked at his teeth. They told him he needed a report and an estimate on those. In other words, go home, have your recruiter fill out a report and come back another day.
His MEPS is in Denver, somewhere around a six hour drive from here.
When he started this journey (which is still just begining) we knew it would not be easy. So I hugged him when he got home, let him vent and then let him sleep; he was exhausted.