This. So much this. The USN offers tens-to-hundred-thousands of dollars to retain nuclear-trained people.
Had a nuke get outed as gay when I was in (back when don't-ask-don't-tell was the rule). Outed by a jealous ex, in fact. Gonzo was one of the best teachers on the boat,. Nobody on the boat wanted to let him go. But shitbag ex who was getting kicked out was determined to drag Gonzo down with him. A couple months after Gonzo was let go for convenience of the government, so he kept all his benefits, one of the nukes said he'd gotten hired at a plant back home in California making 25/hr as a mechanic. (back in 01 or 02) As soon as he dropped his resume on the desk at that powerplant he had a job. And now he worked like 45 hours a week instead of around 95 hours a week in the Navy.
In 1985 (dating myself there) I, as a nuke, was being offered $70,000, half of it in cash up front, an instant promotion to the next paygrade, a Navy school of my choice, 24 months at a duty station of my choice (or 18 if it was not related to the nuclear power program), $100 a month in "Proficiency pay," and they weren't getting 1 in 5 to take that.
There was an early out done to draw down forces overall. Anyone between the two dates for this could end their service early. Every operator in Reactor Controls division that fell between those dates quit on the spot. That division went on 6 and 6 watches (6 on watch, 6 off 7 days a week) because they no longer had enough operators to cover even in-port watches.
I remember I had to go to like 3 mandatory sessions as I approached my EOS date. One was in a stateroom with an officer (engineering). I had to fill out this multi-page questionnaire he was going through with me. He got to one question, and I remember it quite clearly. The question was, "What could be done to improve current crew's living conditions." My answer to that was "This question shows a complete ignorance of current crew's living conditions.
He read that and said, "Well, that answers that one," and turned the page and went to the next question.
At the end, he asked me, "There's nothing the Navy can do to get you to reenlist is there?" I replied, and then he said after I was done, "I don't blame you. You should get out."
At another session with a recruiter who was supposedly helping us, coaching us I guess, on the transition to civilian life he was going around the classroom asking each person, "What are you going to tell an employer about why you quit the Navy." There were about 30 sailors there from all parts of the ship. I had a bit of time to think on my answer before he reached me.
When it was my turn, I said, and I remember this now 50 years later to the word. I started in on him, "In the six years of my "naval career" (air quotes), I've qualified every watch station I'd ever qualify for. All I had to look forward to for the next fourteen years of my "naval career" was doing the exact same job for more money. That isn't a career, it's a dead-end job, and that's why I'm here."
Deer in the headlights. The compartment went silent.
The recruiter--and this is where I knew he was really trying to get us to stay in--finally stammered about officer programs, and the like. Each one, I increasingly angered, snarled down with, reasons I couldn't or didn't qualify, not the right rank, not within the age limits, not the correct number of years in service, and the like.
He then said, "Well, there are waivers..." I responded, "Will you put one of those waivers in my contract and guarantee I'll get one of those programs?"
He said he couldn't do that and I'd just have to apply.
I jumped to my feet and started yelling, "You're goddamned liar! If it isn't in my contract, I won't get shit! You are full of shit... etc." I ended with "I don't want to hear another goddamned word out of you!" The rest of the session, about 30 minutes, I sat there and he completely left me alone.
I left active service, and that ended living out of a suitcase, in a 6 x 2.5 x 2.5 foot 'rack,' with 151 other people in a berthing compartment on the ship for years on end. It meant that I, a single guy, wasn't getting paid about 50% less than the married guys were because of how the Navy works pay.
I ended up doing the active reserves, and that was fun. The work was varied and I had all sorts of choices on units to be in.