So where to begin. One of the... uh, contentions? the training squadrons down at lackland had with me was my disrespect towards women. It's like this, plain and simple, when working at airforce bases all around the world you'll have to be a team, period, even if you don't like your team member for whatever reason, it's written in stone that you have to respect them. So yeah I being who i am, very alien to the world of women, treated them like garbage, and I KNOW that that's what they really want, but as far as bmt goes, it's a no no.
Can't figure it out really. Airforce is the safest branch, it's like working for any ho-hum corporation, wake up, get in your car, go to the office, doodle about. But if you make mistakes you'll get severely punished because it's the mil and not some regular job, granted a regular job demands good workmanship too but there's no "under penalty of death" in their contracts.
I keep thinking about bmt as if it was the greatest experience ever. It really wasn't. I was scared most of the time and they made it clear that yeah upon graduation I'd likely go replace some dead soldier in the actual war zone. The problem with that is they can't just send any idiot, and so here I am back home again.
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