Supposedly Hildabeast went to the Marine Corps recruiter but they said that she was too ugly and should go see the Army (her story, she said it with "pride", Google it if you don't believe me).
Seriously, folks, what difference does "where" make? If you know anything at all about the military, then you know you don't walk into the recruiter's office and say "I want to become a SEAL (or Green Beret, or Marine Force Recon, depending on what service you're talking to) AND I want to do two tours each in Iraq and Afghanistan and two more tours in places that are top secret!"
The truth is you get assigned a Military Occupational Specialty (MOS) based upon your education, score on your Armed Services Vocational Aptitude Battery (ASVAB), and the needs of your branch of service. After MOS training then you get assigned to an operational unit. That could be be the 82nd airborne or it could be peeling potatoes on a sub tender in the Indian Ocean.
The point is, when you raise your right hand to volunteer you serve whether or not you ever hear a shot fired in anger. I was in from '82 to '04. I joined when all of the libs thought that President Reagan would get us into anything from a shooting war to a nuclear war, so we were prepared to go at a moments notice. In my 22 years the most dangerous thing that I did was go to Peru on an antidrug mission for President Clinton's war on drugs in the '90s. We got to carry live ammo but never got shot at so couldn't return fire. After 9/11 until 2004 I was in a unit that I knew wouldn't go anywhere. My knees were shot to hell by then so I knew that it was time to hang it up and leave it to the young guys. Hard decision, but you've got to know when to punch your ticket at some point.
