I got this,
@holdenmonty :sneaky: thank ya, though, darlin.
@Solara, there are a f*ck load of women in combat.
I was a crew chief on a phrog ...
A quick google search will show that they're trying to get women through combat training, but so far, none have succeeded.
(which means SERE school/first half of BUDS... Women have not only completed combat training in the USMC after boot camp as a
basic effing requirement for all Marines, but every crew chief & pilot -as well as a handful of other MOS's with women in them-
has to complete half of BUDS & adv combat training before you can have your name painted on steel. And, no. They don't shave your head. That's eccentric hair, and it will land you in the brig. Moreover, I have girlfriends who were radio operators. That means that not only did they do the standard combat training
that we all go through, but then they were sent out to 29 stumps for infantry training. Radio Operators have some of the lowest life expectancy, but like wingers, navy medics, motorT...they're considered support staff. Hands down one of the most grunt jobs out there, and women have been doing it, and doing it well, for over 20 years.),
...coRated/cross trained as a SAR swimmer... Until for some damn reason Congress decided to ban women from CCing the CH46. So I got put on a door gun while I waited to get picked up for school. Again. Tell me what f*cking sense it makes that a door gun isn't considered combat forward, but CC is? Whatever. Hardly the last time I'd switch jobs in order to stay combat fwd. I sometimes joke that I spent my entire time in, in school... Because I bounced MOS's like a rubber f*cking ball. Which is emf*ckingbarrassing, to be yanked outta your unit and sent back to school like you don't rate, by the by. Shame & rage. Not something to be proud of. Those of us who were good at our jobs though,
and liked by the ole boys network, usually landed on our feet. Sometimes, sure, as a novelty. Like a talking dog. With T&A. And a wicked mouth. But also cause I proved myself, over and f*cking over, as being able to hack it. Do my damn job, pull my weight, work hard/play hard. Because you
had to. Each and every single new unit. You didn't? You get kicked over to being a secretary so fast your head would f*cking spin. Or you get kicked out.
There's 12 kinds of added guilt for women with combatPTSD here in this country, cause we had to
fight for our jobs. Over and over and over. No one wants you there. Not congress. Not other Marines. Not even half the WMs. <chuckling> And apparently not people who spend 2 seconds on google. We were
literally asking for it. C'mon. f*ck me up. Harder. I can do this. I've got this.
I was airWing in the USMC, although I was usually attached to a grunt unit, cause that's where most of my ole boys worked, so those were the strings I had to pull. Did very little ground pounding until after.
Is my trauma history over the top? Maybe. In some parts of the world, for sure. But in the circles I ran in? Bitch, please. I don't even have a right to complain. Smoking cigarettes and playing spades while others were getting
seriously f*cked up. And don't even get me started about working for NGOs afterward. I'm popping in for a few months of vacation -at most- working with kids and adults who have been fighting for
years. Some, their whole goddamn lives. Meanwhile I'm just breezing in and out and collecting a fat check at the end to go party.
My shit sounds over the top? Pfft. Please.
The only reason you don't hear about this shit, so you don't know how absolutely not special any of my history is, is because
we don't talk about it. Ever. Ain't nobody else's damn business, unless they were there with you, and then there's no f*cking need to talk about it. Well I got f*cking desperate this summer, and decided to try
anything ... Even f*cking talking about it. Break every rule in the motherf*cking book and open my pie hole and start blabbing. Sympathy? Sympathy can kiss my ass. That my own goddamned walk in the park f*cked me as bad as it did is something I will probably
never admit outside of semi-anonymous internet-land. I can barely admit it here.
If you had any f*cking clue about
my Marine Corps, though? You'd know how much I downplay this shit, even on here. Don't talk about my Corps like you know something.