Am I being culled?

Growing up on the land I think likely prepared me for pretty everything I've done to date. We had good cows that dropped a decent calf every year but just got too damn old to carry through another winter. So I'd have to load them up and take them to the stockyard. I'd mentioned that I have the googly eye recently yet Uncle Sam says I'm merely "glaucoma suspect." I fear I caught the Army Doc, a Colonel no less, in a couple of stretches but at least I'm being "treated". I found out this Friday that I'm being moved to the "training room" and damned if I know that that means. I certainly didn't sign up to push paper and yet that may be my lot these next months and perhaps years. John Gunn