This needs to be seen by POTUS.
I went through ROTC Baic camp at Ft Knox in 1981. It was totally worthless as army training compared to the the real basic training I went though in 1983.
Granted, ROTC Basic camp taught me a lot about land navigation - but only because I was interested to learn. No one failed because they blew it off. No one was held accountable for learning any of the training.
In army basic training in 1983, I learned what real determination was all about, and whether I had it. I got two stress fractures in my foot and refused to quit until my CO saw the limp I could no longer hide on the rifle assault range.
I was recycled and spent four weeks in a cast, cleaning the barracks when everyone else went to training, dragging ammo on the firing line (had to get a new cast after that), and after they graduated, cleaning their rifles in the armorer’s office.
But my drill sergeant had faith in me. Right before I was recycled, he brought a pair of black socks to the rifle range, and told me to go to his POV to put a sock on over my cast. He then lead me to a firing hole at the end of the line - it was getting dark by that time - and he told me to qualify. That way, when I was recycled, I had completed the four-week rifle training, and wouldn’t have to repeat it.
I remember waiting for my new cycle, cleaning rifles, cleaning the drill sergeants office after their graduation party, cleaning the barracks every day. That was four weeks of pure hell.
But I was determined to graduate from basic, and I stuck it out while other guys on profile gave up and went home. Finally, after four weeks of endless crap details, I recycled into the last two weeks of training, and graduated.
I was a dope-smoking, never-care kid when I joined the army. This experience in basic turned me into a determined man. And I will be forever grateful.