Herr Commisar.

Something kind of rough has happened. Rather than telling it like a story, I'm going to make it into a series of bullet-points:

• My FAFSA was processed at a sluggish pace.
• My G.I. Bill has not even been processed, which leaves me paying for class out of pocket.
• My job-hunting has been fruitless since arriving in New York.
• I cannot live in the Dormitories.
• I cannot study Medicine and must take prerequisites as not to waste time.
• I may waste time taking prerequisites as they may not transfer.
• Money is tight and Emily needs finances to travel to L.A. and begin the life she wants.

As such, I have decided to join the Military for the following reasons:

• I can get a job freely so long as I prove my lungs do not affect my performance.
  
• Working out so that Emily would admire my body has made the above exceptionally easy.
• They will allow me to branch into a Medical field. And pay for it.
• They may allow me to transfer to Emily, who lives near an Airbase.
• My father has influence in the area.
• I am given exceptional health benefits, which I may pass to Emily if I put a ring on her finger.
• The particular area I am getting into is easily left, allowing me to apply my Medical gains elsewhere.
• The pay is a cut above minimum wage.

I am confident in my ability to meet their needs and my father has the background to tell me what said needs are. I have them noted and will set them as the standard for my workouts until I can do them casually.

They are:

• Running 1.5 miles in thirteen minutes or less.
• 60 Push-ups in one minute.
• 60 Sit-ups in one minute.

I will attend the gym every day as opposed to every other day, and make a point to hone my legs more. My only regret is that they will shave me bald as part of my initiation.