
One of my drill sergeants...although for a different platoon, was a female soldier and we in 2nd platoon in basic absolutely HATED her. She was such a bitch to us at every opportunity. When we gradutated, she handed us an envelope and we never saw her again. Inside that envelope was a letter she had hand written to all of us females. She explained why she had been a raging hag to us for 18 weeks. She explained what we should expect, how we would be viewed, how we can overcome this. She explained that there was no place for whining and complaining and acting like a priss in "this man's army." And she was right. The biggest reason that a female soldier needed to prove herself was because the male soldiers needed to know they could trust her to fight right alongside them when necessary. They didn't need some little girl out there who was going to cry if she broke a nail or got dirty or was tired.
So while I was working my ass off to prove myself, every action I did, every word I said was very closely scrutinized, looking for an excuse not to trust me. It was difficult to prove myself during "down time" but when we went out to the field, I got just as dirty, carried just as much as the guys, marched just as far, dug just as many foxholes, apprehended and successfully searched just as many "EPW"s, (I was an MP), and bitched no more than the guys. I did not care what my hair looked like. I did not care if my nails broke. I did not care if I was filthy. This was not the time nor the place to give a damn about my physical appearance. This was the time to protect my fellow soldiers.
We were out in the field one day and all those who were higher ranking than me were "killed" and I found myself in charge of an entire platoon for the very first time in my life. Even during a field operation, that is an enormous amount of responsibility to place on someone not even out of their teens. I will never forget that after it was realized I was next in line, all heads swiveled to me, all eyes were on me, all were waiting for me to make the next decision. I made it, and all my fellow soldiers trusted my decision. No one questioned me, no one went behind my back and did it their way, no one tried to overstep my new found authority. The trust was so instilled in all of us that they had complete faith that I was doing the right thing.
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