When I was in the last few months of tech school, Ft. Meade recruited our class. Apparently, the school had a deal with them.

I decided not to pursue. I wasn't particularly thrilled with being a janitor for six months, while they cleared me.

These days, I doubt they'd touch me with a ten-foot pole. Young folks are clean slates. Us old farts are baggage, personified. No "red flags," but I'm also really cynical, and they'd have a hard time getting me to jump through their hoops.