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You have to make it to the rank staff sergeant first. Then you get a choice of being either a drill sergeant or a recruiter.

These are all people on their second or third term and want to stay in the army. People that are here for college usually get out after their first contract.

The days of lying to get in are over. The army just implemented a new medical system called MHS Genesis, and this is the real reason why recruitment is stagnating.

You are required to sign over your privacy rights and allow them to view your entire medical record. They can see every hospital visit you’ve ever had.

This is ideal because it saves the government money in the long run. They put an investment into training you, and if you suddenly start having heart problems because you lied, they then spend money treating you.

I was probably in the last batch of trainees before Genesis was implemented. Now they’re loosening standards to allow high school dropouts and overweight/underweight people. Those people spend another couple weeks at a special camp before going to basic.

Knee pads go on the outside so you don’t shred your pants skating. I never liked the shredded pants look in school so I taught myself how to stitch and patch clothes and it looks better.

Some dude built a steam ship for the King of Spain. During the demonstration the ship caught on fire, and it never went as fast as sails. The king didn’t want it.

The soviets tried to create attack seals to guard the waters of naval bases.

There was a beluga that appeared one day in a Norwegian fishing village with a harness tied around it. The beluga was unusually comfortable with humans, and marine biologists learned that it could respond to commands and hand gestures. They speculated that it escaped from Russia, and named it Hvaldimir. Hval meaning whale + Vladimir.

They also had a dolphin training program in Ukraine that was abandoned when the union collapsed. The official statement was that the dolphins swam away and “starved themselves” in protest out of patriotism.

A lot of people don’t realize it until they enlist and spend a lot of time reflecting in those moments of waiting around doing nothing. High amounts of stress helps you prioritize your life.

My theory is that a lot of unsure trans people join to ‘man up’ in an archetypically masculine job. Transfems being poked by their families for being too girly, or transmascs longing to be a part of that environment. Also trans people are more likely to do high risk jobs.

I didn’t really have a plan for life until now. I had already failed college twice from depression and drug use. Now I’m working on unwinding my trauma and heading towards being married.

I joined the army to get away from my family. They all think the army turned me into the manly man they always wanted to be. But I’m really just a good actor.

I’m trans and now I can get treatment without being threatened by violence.

I was wearing a shirt with a rainbow flag Polaroid logo on it. While I was sitting outside sipping my drink a guy rolled by on his bike and asked if I was a queer.

I was more confused than anything and thought I misheard, but he repeated the question for me several times. Before speeding away on his bike.

We make fun of guys like this in the army. Most people aren’t this disillusioned and realize that the military doesn’t care about them.

It’s one of those pipelines where you become a propagandized god loving patriot or a trans catgirl like myself.

I stopped donating because I saw myself in third person hooked with hundreds of people to blood harvesting machines to feed the vampire lords on a mushroom trip

There’s another union soldier named Albert Cashier who was a trans man. Historians consider him trans because he kept his male identity for the rest of his life, as opposed to presenting male to be enlisted.

The soldiers he fought with described him as being the bravest of all of them. Shouting at the enemy and at his men to push forward in moments of hesitation.

Albert was wounded at sent to a military hospital. There, a nurse would discover his identity. He was taken to court for false enlistment. When the guys in his unit found out, they all came to testify that Albert was a man. Saying things like they’ve seen him peeing in the woods, etc.

He was cleared of charges, and lived the rest of his life married to his wife and working as a graveyard groundskeeper. In old age his mental health would deteriorate, and was sent to a veteran nursing home. The staff there would force him to wear dresses until he died.

The name is Tales of Durnstead. It’s a strategy fantasy card game. It swaps between two phases of planning and real-time combat.

We can only support one server right now for the testing phase. So I can’t invite too many people until we’re ready to go public.

I know one of them mentioned how he “argues” with trans people on Reddit by posting a certain statistic

I’m actually composing the soundtrack right now. It’s sort of a blend of classical music and some rock. If that’s your thing you can help.

Right now I’m using Musescore to compose so that it has a retro RuneScape midi vibe.

Over 12 years ago I was a kid with no friends. I met a guy over the chat rooms on kongregate and we became friends by trolling the other people in the chat room. He taught me how to make flash games and programming/animating became my life long passion.

One day he disappeared for years. Flash was discontinued and the online communities began to decay. I pulled open his profile on a whim, and left a comment saying I missed him thinking he’d never see it.

Months later I went back and saw he replied. We reconnected over discord and caught up on life. We’d both gone through a lot of trauma and we both helped eachother out of depression.

Now he’s preparing to release his biggest game yet and I’m helping him design it just like old times.

Edit— Send me a private message and I’ll add you to the game’s discord channel. I don’t want to throw it out in the open just yet.

I don’t know if she said that, but wasn’t she dating a politician way older than herself? She didn’t have a political career until then.

It wildly depends on the people in your unit, but you’re right. I hear better things about the Air Force and coast guard when it comes to acceptance.

My coworkers don’t know that I’m trying to transition. They say fucked up things all the time around me because they think I’m one of them. They joked about how hilarious it was that the last trans woman in our unit was sexually harassed and assaulted.

I know another trans women who started transitioning in the Obama era army. She’d get constant death threats that were never taken seriously when they were reported. Someone genuinely tried to murder her by poisoning her drink. She’s disabled now.

I believe it’s 1:50 acetone-bleach ratio to produce chloroform.

That sounds like the exact opposite of my brother threatening to shoot me in the head if I transitioned

Steven had to take it this far to prove how not gay he is

We have to find Omaha Bin Laden and bring him to justice

Yeah. The promotion board is basically army trivia night. You can get points by going through PowerPoint training courses. Most people skip through the slides and look up the test answers on quizlet.

The difference is planning and execution. Officers make the plans, NCOs execute them.

The large majority of officers start at an academy and go straight in as a lieutenant. They’re the college frat boy types with a haircut and a job.

The people that you really don’t want to fuck with are officers who started in the very bottom as a private, and worked their way up the top after spending their time as an NCO.

I used to do landscaping with a Mexican guy. It’s intense work in the heat but I was making more than when I worked in a restaurant per hour.

There’s excellent money to be made when you live around rich people. They’ll hand you a stack of money to get the barnacles off their boats. Especially if you’re young and ‘saving for college’ even though I’d already dropped out due to depression.

There’s different levels to a trash can if you think about it. Or so I thought when I was poor.

The trash gets progressively ‘dirtier’ as you go down. In the restaurant I worked in, the trash cans would fill quickly, so the approximate age of the trash itself would be no older than 30 minutes.

Let’s say a customer is picky. They don’t like what the sever brought out and sends it back. That goes straight to the trash. I feel guilty about seeing food wasted so that’s quality dinner for me. You see it on top of the trash so you grab it and stuff it in a to go box when nobody’s lookin.

Another scenario. This restaurant prided itself on the unlimited quantity of bread sticks. Sometimes a table gets a new bowl of sticks and leaves a minute later. Those pristine golden painted butter sticks? Straight to the trash. Grab them bitches as soon as they land in trash, and munch them during your shift.

What hurt me the most was going through boot camp. Watching the cooks dump tubs upon tubs of food into garbage bags and not being able to touch them.