Good heavens! Cramped, shared living quarters, lights out at 10:00 PM, reveille at 0600, beds made by 0630, institutional food, no privacy - what do they think this is, the Navy or something?
In the Boy Scouts around 1967 I think, our troop toured the Norfolk Navy Base, went on a conventional carrier and had ice cream, went on a conventional submarine, and slept overnight in a high rise barracks. The next morning all of a sudden, a loudspeaker shouted "Reveille, Reveille all hands Reveille!!!" and the huge building shook with at least a thousand feet hitting the floor in the same moment. That is probably the moment I realized I was a Jingoistic Nationalist Conservative.