Monday, March 13, 2006

Military Recruiting

Want to make sure your kid doesn't get put into active service? Keep him pasty, stupid, fat and hyper. To ensure that he never sees one minute of service have gang tatoos plastered all over his body. Instant answer: No way, you suck!

I read an expose in Texas Monthly where an intrepid reporter barely held the contempt in check while following a gung-ho Army recruiter who has done two tours in Iraq and LOVED it and seems really nice and normal. He also is blowing the doors off recruiting. He's the poster child the left loves to hate.

This article culls the stats and finds that the pool of able-bodied military recruits in Generation Y is disturbingly small--so dysfunctional is this bunch.

On a serious note, lowering standards worry me. The hardest day a kid experiences shouldn't be the first day of combat. Scary drill seargants are there for a reason. Rigorous exercise makes for strong soldiers. If a kid breaks during training will he hold up during the tough stuff?

Why am I even worried? Half the adult population is on some form of anti-depressant. When they come back unstable, just throw them on a SSRI. Problem solved.

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