Call me old fashioned...and stupid...but were I in the military, a grunt or something, and there were a woman in my unit, I'd be spending more time doing what I could to make sure she survived than anything else. So I'm sort of undecided on the matter.
You couldn't do that.
Imgine, there they are on the front lines, gun fire zipping past them, all of a sudden, Janet notices Betty's cute new pink combat boots. After about a mniute word has spread through out the entire group and now they are all sitting in a circle discussing where they get their hair and nails done.
What kind of military is that I ask you?
The answer is of course, the best kind.
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