Lifestyles in military retirement: surfing photos


Sometimes putting up three posts a week is a problem. However, my blogging problem isn’t deciding what subject to write about. My blogging problem is deciding which subject to write about first!

Since I’m still incubating a half-dozen unfinished posts, I’ll take the easy Monday-morning approach and talk about my favorite subject: surfing. The day after this post goes up, the Oahu south shore forecast predicts at least six feet– and even bigger over the rest of the week. You can find me a hundred yards to seaward of the fenceline at the eastern edge of White Plains Beach on Kalealoa (formerly Naval Air Station Barbers Point). Once again when Friday rolls around I’ll have spaghetti arms, sore quads & hamstrings, a handful of ibuprofen, and a big smile.

This month our daughter was home from college for 18 days, and we managed to go surfing for eight of them. She’s been working out for an entire year with her NROTC unit’s Marine gunny sergeant, so she’s in excellent surfing shape. I was doing fine for the first six or seven sessions, too, but it turns out that my muscles no longer recover as quickly at age 50 as they did at age 18. Two words of advice for you more experienced surfers: afternoon naps.

By the end of the first week I knew I was in an endurance contest against my own muscles. To quell my incipient attitude of “Oh, gosh, surfing again?!?” I decided to give myself a new goal. For the last five years my daughter and I have tried to get good pictures of each other on the waves, but it’s not easy to sit out there in the waves and take care of you, the board, and the camera all at once. So after years of reader requests (and growing skepticism), I finally went and did it: professional surfing pictures. “Professional” refers to the photographer, not the surfer. More about the photographer in a few paragraphs, but first let’s look at the pictures.

Here we go:

Flea Virostko free fall during 2004 Eddie Aikau big-wave competition

Oops, sorry, that’s not me. That’s world-class big-wave rider Flea Virostko winning “Best Wipeout” at the 2004 Eddie Aikau competition in Waimea Bay. (Flea’s a trained professional surrounded by rescue crews on jet skis. Kids, don’t try this at home.) Yes, that’s at least a 30-foot face. Don’t worry, he made a full recovery. Eventually.

Here’s our photos:

No, wait, that’s Ringo the stand-up pup wearing his Doggles and his Outward Hound personal flotation device. He regularly brings his owner down to White Plains Beach, too, and he’s a chick magnet (Ringo, not his owner) with his cool surf-dog gear. (Kids, check with your parents before trying this on your pets!) I’m jealous that Ringo can hang 20 anytime he wants. You can see more Ringo photos here.

Let me try this again:

White Plains 2-4 near the shore

Left the bottom turn a little late...

Father-daughter surfing!

High-five...

Lost the wave!

These were shot from the beach by professional surf photographer Terry Reis of SurfShooterHawaii.com.  Terry works from the beach or from the water, but these were taken from shore through a lens that looks like a bazooka. He was kind enough to come out for dawn patrol at very short notice (like 7 PM the evening before) and he spent a couple of hours catching everyone on the break. You can see his other work at White Plains here  and the rest of his beaches here.

Speaking as a parent, the key to this photo session was that my daughter was totally back in her Hawaii surfer-grrrl groove and completely comfortable with the waves. We were too far out for Terry to get crisp shots of our bottom turns off those 4-6 footers, but we did just fine playing with the 2-4 near the shore. Normally I’d never get my beat-up 9’0″ fiberglass within two lengths of my daughter’s 7’9″ epoxy custom high-school graduation present, but by this time we were both in control and having fun.

Terry’s website offers a variety of sizes and prints, but we went with traditional 5″x7″s. We made a significant bulk purchase (heck, it took us nine years to get around to this photo session) so Terry threw in the free JPEGs. Of course now I have to get around to framing a few shots on my “I Love Me” wall and adding the rest to our photo albums. Send me an e-mail (or use the “Contact me” box) if you want more information on Terry’s rates, or contact him directly to set up your own personal shooting session. You won’t find anyone else on Oahu with this combination of skill, experience, and price.

I’m going to keep an eye out for Terry whenever I’m on the waves, and I think I’ll buy more shots every few years. It’ll be interesting to see how my style improves over the rest of the 21st century, and to see how long I can keep this up:

Geezer longboard air

Besides, now that my daughter’s back in college, someone has to keep her board from drying out in the garage rack. (Sorry you can’t be there, honey, but I’ll take care of it for you.)

Back to work on the rest of these posts. (Tomorrow is going to be one busy surfing day.) I’m buffing up topics like Medicare & Tricare For Life insurance, DIY home renovations, more financial management issues for aging elders, the difference between “frugal useful” and “functional hoarding”, the personality types of retirees, and the retirement surprises that come with the first pension check. And of course starting on 12 September I’ll be blogging about “What I Did at the USAA Military Blogger Conference”.

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DIY home maintenance


Old toilet, discolored porcelain, and mineral stains

 

 

 

I was ready to wax our old toilet.

But before I explain that teaser, let me talk about a critical aspect of financial independence: DIY– doing it yourself.

When you’re working 60 hours a week (or deployed for a 168-hour workweek) then you probably don’t look forward to doing your own home maintenance. You’d rather spend time with your family, go out for entertainment, or just catch up on your sleep. You’re not the only person who feels this way, because there’s a whole industry of dogged entrepreneurs picking up pet poop for customers who are “too busy” to take care of it.

Sometimes it makes sense to hire out home maintenance. If you’re paid more at your job than you’d pay to hire out the cleaning, then hiring it out seems compelling. However, it’s easy to turn that into a false economy, especially when you want to hear a certain answer. If you’re getting paid $50/hour then hiring a $60/hour cleaning crew is a money-losing idea. But if you’re getting paid $60/hour, then what?

Do more math and make sure you’re comparing the same numbers. You’re paying the cleaning crew with after-tax dollars, so determine your after-tax wages. If you’re earning $60/hour then federal/state/local taxes could easily eat up 30%. At this point most of you are getting out the vacuum cleaner.

In defense of those who hate cleaning, you have other factors on your side. DIY needs your own tools and supplies, which can be expensive to buy & maintain. (Or you could buy them from Craigslist and garage sales.) Even if your net pay is just $42/hour, you may still value your liberty more highly than your boss values your work. The cleaning crew’s $60/hour could be worth paying from the entertainment budget.

However, the non-financial intangibles make all the difference. For example, housecleaning is an arduous exercise in flexibility, free weights, & aerobics. It might feel like a waste to pay for both a cleaning crew and a gym membership, especially if you could redirect hundreds of dollars a year from those bills to your retirement investments. Next, housecleaning is an excellent chance to do a facility home inspection. You’ll notice little warning signs (water leaks or bugs) before they grow into big problems. Most importantly of all, though, housecleaning is an outstanding opportunity to reflect on minimizing it. The less you own, the less you’ll clean. If you don’t get it dirty in the first place, then you won’t have to clean it. A little daily cleaning saves much more time and effort than “monthly cleaning marathon day”. I won’t get into the millions of cleaning books and websites, but we’ve learned a lot at Hale Nords from that timeless classic (available at your local library) “Speed Cleaning”.

Have you considered slave labor? No, not that kind, I’m talking about your kids. The earlier you can teach them to clean up after themselves and do chores, then the less you’ll suffer when they turn into teenagers. Servicemembers have hundreds of hours of experience at military cleaning and training– so make those skills pay off! Even a five-year-old can put away their clean laundry, clear the dinner table, and empty wastebaskets. Helping them their bedroom & bathroom counts as “quality family time”, as well as the chance to show your budding DIYers how to check for plumbing leaks or bugs. Cleaning their own toilets will inspire your kids to make less of a mess in the first place. Ultimately they’ll want to have their own place– and the sooner you teach them their own DIY skills then the sooner they’ll move out of your house.

DIY home maintenance is even more valuable in an emergency. If you’re already taking care of your own plumbing, then when a leak erupts at 10 PM on a Friday night you’ll know how to stop it on your own. You might even know how to fix it, eliminating hundreds of dollars of emergency-response fees and weekend service calls. You just can’t put a price on the self-confidence boost you earn by recovering from this engineering casualty.

So where do you get these skills? Start with the world’s biggest DIY training facility: the military. Even military clerks and security guards get a chance to see things being fixed. If someone else fixes your gear, then you certainly want to know how to keep it working more reliably and longer. A polite question makes people happy to show off their knowledge & skills. If you’re a supervisor then you have to ask these questions anyway!

Two other DIY resources are Family Handyman magazine and The Samurai Appliance Repair website.  I like the magazine’s tool ads repair-tech updates for $20/year, but FH’s website is free. Both are filled with procedures, checklists, videos, parts lists, and tool tips. The Samurai’s troubleshooting guides are also free, and for a small beer-fund offering he’ll answer your questions in live chat or on a discussion board. Home-improvement stores are online and in nearly every neighborhood, and parts are much more standardized & affordable. The industry still caters to contractors, but it makes a lot of money from DIYers– especially the women who have lost all fear of maintenance & repair projects.

Submarine sewage experience– the hard way

The Navy spent years of my life (and piles of your tax dollars) training me to be a nuclear engineer. How did I repay that investment? By spending an inordinate amount of time fixing sewage systems. When you’re 22 days into a 90-day submarine patrol, and thousands of miles from the nearest plumbing-supply store, then you have all sorts of time and creativity to keep your toilets flushing.

A thousand words later I’m back to the toilet. Nice segue, huh?

It was 22 years old. The bowl’s porcelain finish was eroded by years of harsh chemicals and abrasive cleaners, and it had a lot of friction impeding the “material flow”. We have a whole-house water conditioner, but minerals still built up on the porous surface to require even more chemicals & scrubbing. Its piping was slowly clogging with mineral deposits and its flush just wasn’t pushing the contents like it should. The public-bathroom toilet sees the most traffic– and it was beginning to make the wrong type of first impression. A coat of wax would have helped the bowl look cleaner & work better– but who wants to spend their valuable liberty on that chore?

Next-generation DIYer

We did our research with Family Handyman’s “top toilets” article and the step-by-step procedure. We shared the links with our daughter, who volunteered to tackle the project during her college break. This would be her second toilet replacement, earning her $10/hour while offering valuable civil-engineering experience.

So for our 25th wedding anniversary, I got my spouse a different type of shiny rock-hard glittering gift: a Kohler Wellworth elongated low-flush model, $208 at Home Depot before the 10% military discount. Pricey, but worth every penny for decades of quality!

When you wait this long to replace a toilet, there’s many engineering upgrades. It’s still a gravity flush, but the hydrodynamics are much better. The bowl is designed for a straight shot down the chute instead of a swirl, so its contents depart immediately with no clog left behind. The flushing handle moves a poppet valve instead of a traditional flapper, so you can flush exactly the amount of water you want with prompt feedback. The tank holds 1.6 gallons but the usual flush is under a gallon. The flow is so smooth that you don’t even hear the traditional “whoosh” noise. The bowl’s hard-glazed surface is slicker ‘n… well… anything likely to contact it. Over the last week it’s needed zero cleaning. I’m happy to devote several additional weeks of monitoring to determine the ideal cleaning interval.

Not only is it a top-quality toilet with minimal maintenance, but during the replacement I just hovered over my daughter’s shoulder offering helpful suggestions while she did the real work. Best quality family time ever.

New Kohler Wellworth toilet

If you weren’t raised in the DIY lifestyle, start now. Subscribe to the magazines & websites, enjoy the pretty pictures, and spend a few minutes a week learning the vocabulary. Follow your interests and start small. If you hire a contractor, ask questions and learn from them. I prefer plumbing & appliances to carpentry, but I’m willing to tackle just about any maintenance or repair task. You’ll easily save $25/hour on minor projects, and as your skills improve you’ll end up saving hundreds. Better yet, your DIY maintenance will nip problems in the bud to avoid thousands of dollars in repairs. You’ll never be at the mercy of contractors again, and you’ll be one of your street’s most popular neighbors. $25/hour is a nice boost to any retiree’s discretionary income, but the work-for-food baked goods are even better!

You don’t want to know how I learned some of my plumbing skills. However, for my daughter’s gross-out service-selection benefit, someday I’ll post my sea story about the dustpan in the submarine sewage holding tank.

 

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Financial lessons learned from caring for an elderly parent


It’s been nearly two years since my father wrote a letter to us two sons that his “slipping memory” made him stop using e-mail. Since then I’ve learned way more than I really wanted to know about managing his affairs, and I’ve included the four most important lessons at the end of this post.

Dad’s a retired engineer who’s been widowed for almost 25 years. For a number of understandable reasons, after Mom’s death he gradually disengaged from family and society. He’s accustomed to living a simple life in a small apartment and hiking his favorite mountains, coming home to spend his time with his books and his computer. Among us three men, it’s “normal” to swap only holiday e-mails and to get together just once or twice a decade. I live over 3000 miles from Dad and my brother had a five-hour drive over dicey roads.

But Dad’s letter promptly earned him a visit from both of us.

By the end of our afternoon together it was clear that Dad was showing Alzheimer’s symptoms. He knew what was happening but he’s fiercely independent. He was coping with it by using lots of calendars, engineering-style checklists, & reminder notes. We suggested various forms of “help”, and as expected he politely yet firmly declined them all.

Whatever generation you’re in, we’ve all seen the media presentations on how to have “the talk” with your parents about their affairs. We all know we need an “emergency” folder, a will, a medical directive, powers of attorney, and perhaps more complicated arrangements like a trust. We’re all supposed to sit around in a relaxed and neutral setting– ideally a local restaurant or coffee shop– to discuss how to take care of each other. We young ‘uns start the awkwardness by reassuring our parents about the arrangements we’ve made to ensure that their grandchildren will be taken care of if we’re unable to. Then we’re expected to tactfully steer the conversation to their own arrangements: how can we help them? Everyone puts together their paperwork, copies are handed out, and we all share a big Norman Rockwell family hug. Great.

Dad’s always had a current will & medical directive plus comprehensive files. No problem there. He said he’d execute powers of attorney “when the time came”, but he wasn’t ready yet. After our visit I consulted a local geriatric care manager and was advised that we couldn’t do much more than wait for Dad to ask for help. We had no legal authority. Pestering him would only alienate the entire family.

How do you urge someone who’s three time zones away to keep in touch when they can’t use e-mail and can’t hear the phone? Snail mail. I wrote a letter every few months, and I usually got a response. My local geriatric care manager (I couldn’t have handled this without her) referred a couple geriatric care managers in Dad’s town who agreed to respond to emergency phone calls. For my Dad’s insistence on independence, that was as good as “keeping in touch” was going to get.

Yet we still lacked legal permission to help with Dad’s affairs. He didn’t want to “complicate” the decision-making by delegating authority.

In retrospect, Dad’s cognition deteriorated sharply last January. He handled Alzheimer’s for at least two years before it all fell apart. When he lost the ability to care for his health, he ended up in the emergency room with a perforated duodenal ulcer. He came within an hour of dying but the surgeon figured out the conflicting symptoms and pulled off a quick miracle.

You already know what Dad wanted to do as soon as the staples came out: go home. The reality was that we had no legal authority to interfere. 24/7 home care, however, was estimated to cost over $10K/month.

I inherited Dad’s persistence, and I used it. Because Dad lacks a short-term memory, during his 10-day hospital stay we had “the talk” another couple dozen times. I repeatedly stressed the safety of a care facility where he could still have privacy while going through rehab. But he still insisted he was going to “finish his business trip, check out of the hotel, and go home”. As discharge day approached, the doctor had to bluff assert his own authority: Dad could complete his recovery in the hospital or at a skilled nursing facility. We didn’t even mention the “go home” option. We spent the next few days on frantic teamwork among my brother, two sets of care managers & lawyers, and the hospital’s discharge coordinator. I waved my credit card around with wild abandon and the team found a good skilled nursing facility. Then I drove Dad to my brother’s city (over those five hours of dicey roads) and Dad checked into the facility to begin his rehab therapy.

Was our coercion legal? Probably. Ethical? Absolutely.

Dad’s recovered from the surgery and he’s doing as well as mid-stage Alzheimer’s allows. In a surprise about-face, he’s tremendously relieved not to have to manage his own affairs any longer and he loves not having to spend all day on chores. He’s happy at the care facility and he wants to stay there.

But we still have no legal permission to help with Dad’s financial affairs.

The medical paperwork is fine. All three of us have signed a stack of medical powers of attorney, HIPAA releases, and “Do Not Resuscitate” orders. Dad’s wishes are clear, and I have years of his old letters to document his current desires. No problems there.

His finances are good. Medicare covered the first couple months (the hospital was over $50K alone) and Dad’s Medigap insurance covered the deductibles. His pension’s prescription plan (nearly unheard of today) covers all but a small copayment. With his simple lifestyle, he’s been spending less than half of his pension/Social Security for the last decade. He has a fantastic long-term care insurance policy and he’s built up his own investment portfolio.

I’ve learned all of this from his files. I just don’t have the legal authority to do anything with it.

It’s been over five months since Dad left the hospital. Since then we’ve spent over $6000 on geriatric care managers, lawyers, and psychologists to document Dad’s need for us to handle his affairs. (The care facility’s expenses, and filing the claim for long-term care insurance, is a completely different issue.) We’ve made several trips to his town to sort through his apartment, sell off his furniture, bring his personal possessions back to him, clean things up, and break the lease. Next week our lawyer will file the petitions for guardianship and conservatorship, and hopefully this will all be worked out over the next two months– plus the final couple thousand dollars of legal bills.

That’s the price of Dad’s independence.

We should have handled this differently. The legal community greatly prefers revocable living trusts because they cover both incapacity and probate. It’s a wonderful theory but in practice, many trustees neglect the paperwork. Most people balk at the legal costs of setting up the trusts, and Dad would have been suspicious of the triggering mechanisms for successor trustees. However, if your family is willing to consider a trust (and maintain it) then it should work when needed.

Adding our names to his checking/investment accounts would have solved everyone’s problems… at first. However, if an adult child is sued over their own assets, and if they’re joint owners of an elderly parent’s assets, then hypothetically the parent’s assets are also at risk. It can be difficult to maintain joint accounts through life’s changes, too. My brother’s near Dad but bro works long hours and has no interest in managing Dad’s finances. I’m too far away to help in person so I’m happy to take care of the finances, but if I was in the service then it would’ve been hard to help from the deployment. Of course joint accounts work fine between spouses. If I wake up incapacitated tomorrow, my spouse can open our “Emergency” folder and pick up where I left off with no surprises.

A durable power of attorney sounds great, but personally I think it’s an urban legend. The first thing you learn when you’re holding a durable power of attorney is that nobody has to respect it: banks use their own forms, brokerages have their own ID verification procedures, and different corporate lawyers have different definitions of “durable”. I haven’t investigated this option in over a decade, and I sure hope things have changed since then, but I’m skeptical of “one POA fits all situations”.

A power of attorney (on the financial institution’s forms) works well (as long as the grantor wants you to keep on using it), but I now know that a hospital recovery ward is a terrible place to notarize legal documents. Even if Dad was competent and willing to sign a power of attorney (and if we managed to bring a notary into his room for the occasion), he was in no condition to do so. A notary would have been quite justified to decline the transaction.

The good news is that Dad is safe, physically healthy, and as happy as he can be. He’s managed to sign some checks and letters to pay the bills. We’re cleaning up the rest and we’ll work out the reimbursements later. But with what I know now, I’d go back to that magazine article about “the talk” and add a few paragraphs:

Lessons learned?
1. We don’t learn. My grandfather did this same dementia crisis on Dad in the 1980s. (14 years in a care facility.) Yet Dad never figured out the right way to let us sons step in for his own incapacitation, and I didn’t know enough to take charge. In his case it should have been a POA in his “emergency” files for his checking & brokerage accounts, updated every year or two. For spouses it might be a joint checking/brokerage account or an alternate trustee’s springing authority in a revocable living trust. Legal technicalities aside, a stack of old POAs can be a big help in persuading a skeptical bank branch manager (and a notary) that you’re acting in your parent’s best interests.

2. Do the paperwork while you still can. When Dad declined to set up powers of attorney, I should have said “I understand. Don’t to give them to us until you’re ready, but complete them now in case you get sick and want help taking care of things while you’re getting better. I can’t bring the notary to the hospital.” I’d help him get the forms from his bank & brokerage, I’d get them completed & notarized, and then I’d make sure Dad had them on file where we could reach them– not necessarily a safe-deposit box but certainly a secure place where we’d know to look for them.

3. Make it easy for people to understand our benefits. (This is especially critical if you’re a military veteran.) I’m pretty good at finance but even I was blissfully ignorant that I was so blissfully ignorant. My father has an “If I wake up dead” letter and a medical directive, but not an “If I’m in the ICU” letter. That letter would have said “I’m covered by Medicare (you’ll need my SSN) and my Medicare co-payment is covered by my insurance (here’s the name of the company and the policy number) and my prescriptions are covered by Medco (here’s my number).” A “Basics of Medicare and Medigap Insurance” flyer would have been a bonus. My wife and I understand each other’s military benefits, of course, but now we’ve explained them to our college daughter. We’ve also included the checklists of veteran’s benefits that each service supplies in their retiree newsletters.

4. If you’re an adult child of an elderly parent, then you need an emergency fund. You may spend several thousand dollars of your own money on your parents (and their bills) before you’re able to reimburse yourself. In our case, my spouse and I have our bills on autopay from our joint checking account that receives my pension deposit. If I’m incapacitated, she doesn’t have to do anything. If I die, she just has to transfer money over to our account while she probates the will and takes over the bills.

This might be a good time for you to check your family’s papers to see if you’re ready to take care of each other. If you or a loved one is in Hawaii, I know an excellent geriatric care company that can help. I hope this post persuades at least one other reluctant elderly parent to really have “the talk” while they still can.

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Book Review: “Get Rich Click!”


A few months ago I was offered a chance to moderate a tiny part of the Dollar Stretcher community in Military Family Finances.  I highly recommend Dollar Stretcher’s weekly e-mail, and their website is a treasure trove of personal financial tips.

One of the perks of being a Dollar Stretcher moderator is the opportunity to review new books. I’ve highly enjoyed the privilege (“Will write for chance to read free books”) and I’ve been passing on the best ones in this blog.

Today, however, I’m going to review a book that’s a bit less than the best.

Here’s the problem: People are getting rich off the Internet, but it’s not easy.  It takes time and effort to duplicate their success. The advantage of global connectivity is that we only need to earn a penny or two from each sale, and then scale it up. The cost of starting a Web business is lower than ever, there’s very little penalty for failure, and it’s easy to start over. However, the same bandwidth that’s connected us has also spawned a gigantic gold-rush industry of spam, fraud, and just plain useless advice. It all seems too good to be true: enriching yourself from the Internet still requires dedication, hard work, and a little luck.

Business advisers have multiplied a thousand-fold over the Internet, and they all have to deal with a credibility issue: “If you’re so smart, then why aren’t you rich? And if you’re so rich, then why do we have to pay you to read your advice?”

Marc Ostrofsky has already been smart enough to get rich, but I wouldn’t pay for his book. If you must read it, then ask your local library to buy it. (My review copy has been donated to our Hawaii library.) While you’re waiting for the library, go to GetRichClick.com and start learning.

The book is full of useful references for Internet profits. Ostrofsky shows that bandwidth helps a Web entrepreneur exploit the many inefficiencies in the bricks & mortar business world. Not only are these profitable opportunities, but they can scale worldwide and perpetually. He then cites the stories of people who have done precisely that.

The problem with a hardcopy book is that history doesn’t translate into reader action. We’re nearly two-thirds into 2011, and this book has been in editing and printing since mid-2010. That’s a generation at Internet speed. The gold rush in domain names ended years ago.  There’s no mention of ICANN’s newly created generic top-level domain names or their expensive registration requirements.  Even casual tech readers know that Google recently changed their search-ranking algorithm, eBay has raised their fees (again), and that Facebook is facing serious competition and backlash. Some of the advice in “Get Rich Click!” is already out of date, and most of it will be obsolete before 2012.

The author tries to compress the entire world of online sales and marketing into 240 pages. Unfortunately most of the subjects are limited to a page of introduction, a success story or two, another paragraph of advice, and then the reader is referred to the website. Why not just skip the book and start with the website?

I’m a voracious reader, and even I think that the book’s formatting is annoyingly distracting. There’s very little white space at the margins. The layout uses two ink colors and several font sizes. There’s a trademarked phrase on nearly every page. Cartoon panels are sprinkled through the text but they don’t always relate to the subject, and two of them have the same punchline. QR codes are used on many pages for websites that you’d never want to read on a smartphone. Text includes disclaimers like “I’m not an expert” or “Try consulting a friend.” Ostrofsky is a relentless name-dropper, even when names are irrelevant to the point of the story. The book is blatantly padded with five-page lists and “top 25” summaries. Maybe they’re good brainstorming tools, but mostly they’re history.

Ostrofsky will help you figure out how to get rich if you’re willing to work for it. (It’s not quick or just “Click.”) But if you want relevant advice in a readable format, start with his website.

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Join the military to get rich and retire early?: the rest of the story


(The first part of this post is over at Jacob Lund Fisker’s Early Retirement Extreme blog.)

Now for the rest of the story…

When I was an impressionable young teen, my best friend’s older brother was attending USNA. Every time he was home on leave he wore a Navy sweatshirt and a three-day beard. He’d have a cold beer in one hand and a hot chick in the other… even at 10 AM. He drove a great car. His life looked a lot better than high school! I toured the Yard, attended a class, saw all the cool gear and uniforms, and got sucked into the irresistible challenge. Navy’s marketing is very effective. It’s so effective that when my spouse and I attended the same tour nearly three decades later with our daughter, all of us were ready to sign up.

Before graduating from college I carefully mapped out my temporary duty, initial training, and sea tour to coincide with the end of my active-duty obligation. I wasn’t going to be one of those poor suckers who owed the assignment officers years of indentured servitude on hardship duty. Well, not for a second time, anyway.

My plan succeeded and I left sea duty only five months before my obligation expired. However, my spouse and I had just married, and her next duty station was the Naval Postgraduate School. It was our best tour ever, and to this day I’m still grateful that she got me there. Of course when I graduated I had a pesky new 4.5 year commitment that would take me to 11.5 years. But we were stationed in Pearl Harbor. No complaints there!

By the time that obligation ended, spouse and I had picked up a different one: we’d started a family. I made the cut for XO but it looked like I wasn’t going to get the call, and the future seemed murky. However, I had no compelling reason to leave active duty, and if I stayed then we could be stationed together in major homeports. I looked at other warfare communities and staff corps but they all involved various degrees of “starting over”, and I wasn’t willing to make that transition either.

The subsequent 8.5 years to retirement had some incredibly miserable moments, but they all seemed better than the alternative of leaving active duty. Heck, if I’d left active duty then I might have had to get a real job.

Blissfully ignorant I was: today it’s clear that I was surrounded by unrecognized opportunities. On one shore duty I worked with literally dozens of Reserve officers who would have happily taken me under their wing and showed me how to make the transition.  At another command I could have left active duty on Friday and started a civil-service career in the same office on Monday– and drilled in the Reserves. At my training commands I regularly fended off job offers from shipmates who’d already started civilian careers and desperately needed all the team-building help we smart leaders could offer. I was worried about going without a paycheck, yet most of my transition choices involved collecting two paychecks.

Notice something else about that 20 years of angst? It was never about the retirement benefits. An inflation-fighting pension and cheap healthcare were never on my radar. All the way up to my 18th year, we never really planned for financial independence. We saved and invested, sure, but “never work again” wasn’t even a fantasy. When I considered the idea at all, it was part of a post-military career that would eventually lead to a second pension and then maybe to retirement.

Seems pretty ironic that those ERE teens want to join the military for the retirement benefits.

Another issue is the “military inferiority complex”. As part of being one of the world’s top combat outfits, we’re pretty good at beating ourselves senseless in the name of training and self-improvement. After a tour or two you may feel barely capable of functioning at your current rank, let alone meeting the requirements for promotion. A little humility can’t hurt, but too much of it will cripple your self-confidence. Coupled with obstinance perseverance and self-discipline, it can keep you on active duty far longer than necessary. It can certainly stress you out, and possibly even degrade your mental & physical health.

My conclusion? Don’t join the military for the benefits.  As a Marine friend told me, join the military for the chance to realize your potential. The chance to be part of something bigger than yourself. The chance for more authority and responsibility in your 20s than your civilian counterparts will ever have. The chance to learn skills that will last you for a lifetime, and to test yourself beyond what you would ever believe you could handle.

Stay on active duty as long as the military matches your life & family priorities. If you have a “bad” tour then consider giving it one more tour while you plan your escape to the Reserves/National Guard. If that second tour’s not working for you either, then you should be more than ready to make your own transition. If the second tour gets better, then think about whether it’s worth sticking around for 20– but take it one tour at a time.

Once you’ve been in the military then you can achieve financial independence anywhere. The active-duty pension certainly makes it easier, but a Reserve/Guard pension does it too. Even if you don’t stick around long enough for either one, you have the skills and the ability to do it on your own. “The Military Guide”  is full of stories from people who have done exactly that.

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