I served in the Army for three years.
Joined up for several reasons. Wanted to serve my country and my parents had a 18 years and one day rule. Once I was 18 year of age I had one day to get out of the house. Wanted to go to college and I wanted to be stationed in Germany.
It worked out well as I was out of the house at 18, became part of something I believed in, started college while on one of my bases and was stationed in Germany. While in Germany I was able to see the village and house my grandmother was born in and visit relatives.
My last unit I was occasionally able to partially dress. One night while doing laundry I noticed a ceiling tile out of place. While checking I found a skirt hidden on top of the tile. I fixed the tile but kept an eye on the skirt. When it did not appear to have been used anymore I washed it and wore it a few times. That was during my last year of service. During my first two years I only dressed when on leave once a year.