So much teaching and learning in those informal male bonding sessions, with the old bulls instructing the young bulls. Now, behaving like you’ve got a pair is discouraged and punished. The Navy used to have happy hour strippers in its on-base clubs. No happy hours, strippers, or even clubs. Replaced with breathalyzers on the ship’s brow every time you report aboard, and female sailors crying sexual assault or harassment when their antics get them pregnant.
Man, don’t get me started. Enough to make this ex-swabby embarrassed to admit it.
I don't doubt your narrative; throw faggots into the mix and I cannot imagine an effective fighting force.
And lest I forget, there was Oceana . . .