Have to agree with you 100% sir, waaaaaay back in 1983, I joined up and became a paratrooper, I grew up in a neighborhood that would be considered tough today, my daily trip to school consisted of various scouting missions and moving under cover, otherwise the other school kids would spot you and the game was up, I had to virtually fight my way to school and back again.
Same after school, messing around in the public park with the other guys from my area was also risky, other gangs would venture in and it was all hands to the pump.
So rather than end up living my life like this or ending up in prison, I joined up, Had a great time, 3 meals a day, money to buy ciggarettes and beer, Training was ok, shouted at you a few times, a few punches here and there and you were done.
Joined up with my unit and had a great time.
I still keep in touch my some old buddies who are now Instructors and are getting ready to retire, they tell me these horror stories of kids who they want to fail passing as the numbers have to be reached, not being able to use more than 75% of their voice etc.
I remember one of them telling about some kid froze at the Grenade pit, he screwed in the detanator, pulled the clip to release the spring and then froze, normally you would end up with a sore face and/or a broken nose, but not this time... wimps? you better belive it.
Hawco