Transgender and the US military, part deux.

I served in the US Army in Vietnam from October 1969 to October 1970. My job for 10 of those months was officially called psychological technician, but it really was sole psychotherapist and combat fitness evaluator for the 15th Medical Battalion of the 1st Air Cavalry Division in III Corps, Vietnam, which included Quan Loi, Song Be and Tay Ninh surgical field hospitals. My office in the largest of these hospitals–Quan Loi–looked like the photo above. My nearest supervisor, the Division Psychiatrist, was 90 miles away as the chopper flies, through thick jungle, in Phuoc Vinh. He might as well have been on the moon. For practical purposes, I was alone with my life and death decisions. At age 23!

Since I evaluated hundreds of soldiers during that year for their mental stability, emotional fitness for combat, drug and alcohol use and abuse, I can speak authoritatively on what it takes emotionally to be an effective soldier. The first principle is simple: combat and deployment to hostile overseas territory does not cause mental illness; it magnifies and multiplies whatever mental illness and instability is already there. Every soldier/patient I saw in a year who had mental and emotional problems, had them before ever reaching Vietnam. 

So called gender dysphoria–confusion about what gender you are–let alone taking the radical step of gender change surgery or drugs, is a profound mental and emotional illness,  even if no other symptoms are present. Only the willful blindness of political correctness can fail to realize that  truth. When combat and deployment magnify that illness and it’s attendant emotions, it cannot be good for combat fitness.

The U.S. military needs to be the best in the world, since without the U.S. there is no other effective bulwark against oppression and totalitarianism. This editorial from National Review should put the argument to rest for all but the most hardcore and softheaded liberal n.r. military fitness



Author: iamcurmudgeon

When I began this blog, I was a 70 year old man, with a young mind and a body trying to recover from a stroke, and my purpose for this whole blog thing is to provoke thinking, to ridicule reflex reaction, and provide a legacy to my children.

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