Every time Steve tries to join up, he worries this is the time it will actually work. For his first try, Steve told the truth on the forms: name, background, age, and a list of medical conditions that slapped him immediately back out the front door with a look from the officers in charge that suggested they thought he needed a psych exam for even attempting to join the army.
The next six times, Steve lied like a dog.
( I struggled for this word to make sense. )
The next six times, Steve lied like a dog.
( I struggled for this word to make sense. )