Anybody Been Through Basic Training? Not the Faggot Military Training of Today, but the Real Basic Training Like Parris Island or Cape May?

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My brother! You know. That was 30 years ago? Times have changed. This bullshit started long before that, though. I was in the first bootcamp company that integrated females. They were sequestered in their own barracks and only drilled with us for a few hours a day. 5:15 was revelry. 5:25 was roll call. The girls showed up and did calisthenics. Then they dropped out one by one (I think there were only 3 or 4 of them) as we ran the morning 2 mile run. It was my first taste of diversity. I don't think diversity is a source of strength. In fact, I think it serves the opposite of what I've been taught about, you know, uniting us all together under one banner to fight off the evil Chinese that plan to invade Taiwan and Tokyo and Honolulu and shit.

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Wait, revelry was at a different time for the females?

Our typical schedule: lights out at 20:00 hours. Revelry and on the line at 04:00. Did you guys get to sleep till 05:00?

What'd the girls look like? Were your fellow recruits attracted to them, was it distracting? It might've been hard to tell, since this was a fresh experience for you, but how did the DIs handle it? Did they seem frustrated? I imagine them sort of walking on eggshells, especially when a male DI has to deal with a female recruit. Drill Instructors should never be required to walk on eggshells. Their job is to stomp on those shells until they're a fine carpet of razor-sharp shards, and then force you to crawl on your belly through said eggshells while calling you a pussy.

YOUR TRAINING WILL NOT BE AS GOOD, YOU WILL NOT BE AS PREPARED FOR A VICIOUS LIFE-DEATH FIGHT IF YOUR INSTRUCTORS WERE CONCERNED IN THE SLIGHTEST ABOUT HOW YOU FUCKING FEEL, EMOTIONALLY. Every second they spend trying to figure out how to phrase a vicious reprimand in a way that it won't hurt Becky's feelings is a second wasted that could've gone to teaching you how to fucking fight, because here's the thing- in combat, the enemy doesn't care how you feel. They don't know, and all they know is they want you dead or surrendered. A sniper isn't going to line up a shot on you, unaware, as you sit and cry over your Dear John letter- no, he's going to fucking kill you. This is a massive advantage that every other military on earth has over "Western" militaries. We might have the fanciest tech, but fucking POLITICAL CORRECTNESS of all things is coloring almost everything we do with our modern military.

I saw a photo of a "marine" wearing a dress in a chow hall the other day. I really, really hope that he's just a civilian working on base and he's just there for food (I think it was Camp Lejeune); you can see all of the other Marines staring at the freak. Imagine what this does for unit solidarity. None of the straight men are going to want to be around the fags or trans freaks. This will have an effect on combat effectiveness.

Wait, revelry was at a different time for the females? Our typical schedule: lights out at 20:00 hours. Revelry and on the line at 04:00. Did you guys get to sleep till 05:00? What'd the girls look like? Were your fellow recruits attracted to them, was it distracting? It might've been hard to tell, since this was a fresh experience for you, but how did the DIs handle it? Did they seem frustrated? I imagine them sort of walking on eggshells, especially when a male DI has to deal with a female recruit. Drill Instructors should never be required to walk on eggshells. Their job is to stomp on those shells until they're a fine carpet of razor-sharp shards, and then force you to crawl on your belly through said eggshells while calling you a pussy. **YOUR TRAINING WILL NOT BE AS GOOD, YOU WILL NOT BE AS PREPARED FOR A VICIOUS LIFE-DEATH FIGHT IF YOUR INSTRUCTORS WERE CONCERNED IN THE SLIGHTEST ABOUT HOW YOU FUCKING FEEL, EMOTIONALLY.** Every second they spend trying to figure out how to phrase a vicious reprimand in a way that it won't hurt Becky's feelings is a second wasted that could've gone to teaching you how to fucking fight, because here's the thing- in combat, the enemy doesn't care how you feel. They don't know, and all they know is they want you dead or surrendered. A sniper isn't going to line up a shot on you, unaware, as you sit and cry over your Dear John letter- no, he's going to fucking kill you. This is a massive advantage that every other military on earth has over "Western" militaries. We might have the fanciest tech, but fucking POLITICAL CORRECTNESS of all things is coloring almost everything we do with our modern military. I saw a photo of a "marine" wearing a dress in a chow hall the other day. I really, really hope that he's just a civilian working on base and he's just there for food (I think it was Camp Lejeune); you can see all of the other Marines staring at the freak. Imagine what this does for unit solidarity. None of the straight men are going to want to be around the fags or trans freaks. This *will* have an effect on combat effectiveness.

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We got to sleep until 5:15. lol We must have been pussies too.

As to the rest of your comment... ALL OF WHAT YOU SAID AND MORE.

Back in my day, the 2 or 3 females were sequestered away from the rest of us. They showed up at morning muster and answered roll call with their screechy voices but when we started the morning run, they quickly dropped out.

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