This is strongly reminescent of something I eyewitnessed during the build-up to the War for the Liberation of Kuwait, in 1990-1991.
I have a nephew who was in the Army National Guard; in fact, he was the youngest recruit at the time, in the Nebraska Army National Guard.
The sister-in-law, an utter and complete moonbat, a hippie relic, had been against the idea of his joining.
Well, he joined anyway, and it wasn't quite as what he had expected (one of my brothers, his favorite uncle, unexpectedly died while the nephew was in basic training), and he oftentimes expressed some unhappiness about it.
The moonbat sister-in-law insisted this meant he had to get out of there.
He didn't; he completed everything, and did something more than the minimally-required years.; if memory serves me correctly, he re-enlisted at least one time, perhaps two, and was all done by the turn of the century.