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Hadnagy asszony: 

As a female fighter, I will out run, out gun and out perform my enemies, and drive on to complete the mission, though I be the lone survivor.
Since the closest thing to action most of you have seen is hand to hand combat with a Po boy sandwich, I will chalk up the negative remarks as sheer bravado, while trying to make up for your insecurity. Don't worry, just because your job title is 92 Sierra, I will still respect you in the morning.

Mint női harcos, lefogom győzni az ellenségeimet, és tovább megyek, hogy teljesítsem a feladatomat.

Hadnagy úr:

Lt. P., I was an infantry officer (11A not 92S) for three Iraq tours. I fought in the brutal summer fun of Najaf in August, 2004. I've killed hadjis who were better than you claim to be. Every one of the blessed infantrymen from that platoon and from subsequent commands could whip your smart ass in a New York minute. It's easier to quote from the Ranger creed than to be a Ranger little girl. Where will you be when your platoon lived in a city for a month in 135 degree heat with a shortage of water, no change of clothes and no shower for over a month? Where will you be when your men are wearing more gear and ammo than you weigh (I carried 20 magazines and shot through almost every one of them twice in Najaf) and they are running up and down buildings, clearing rooms all day and into the night?

You'll be in the rear with an IV in both arms complaining that your gear is too heavy and that you have a HELLISH yeast infection. You won't go back out because crapping on the cement floor of a building next to a stinky man, surrounded by piles of pooh is "icky" (there are no working commodes). You'll refuse to go back to the battle because you have to sleep on a concrete floor in the open for 3-4 hours with only an OTV or a Kevlar as a pillow. You definitely wouldn't be able to drag an unconscious man (fully loaded mind you) to safety after an RPG slammed into the wall next to his head, (thankfully not decapitating him, although I've seen a couple of decapitated troops). After the battle, when you are safe and snug in your CHU, you'll do what other female officers do; you'll fraternize (i.e. f--k) the troops in your command.

I've seen your type at USMA and the in Army. Perhaps you were grey trou. You want to go out and break barriers because our jacked up culture told you that you could and should. You watched "GI Jane" and "Courage Under Fire" and thought, "what's so hard about that?" Nothing little girl...absolutely nothing...except you were not built for it emotionally and physically. And with the attitude you have, your mostly male troops are going to hate you. I've seen it happen with other "hard core" officer chicks.

Peterson hadnagy, gyalogsági tiszt voltam (11A nem 92S) három iraki túrnus során. Harcoltam a brutális nyári najafi mókában 2004 augusztusában. Megöltem ellenállókat, akik jobbak voltak mint amilyennek te tartod magad. A szakaszom minden egyes tagja, a megfelelő parancsra szétrúgná a hátsód egy new yorki perc alatt. Könnyebb a Ranger krédóból idézni, mint Rangernek lenni kislány. Hol leszel amikor a szakaszod egy hónapig él egy városba, ahol 135 F van és kevés víz tartalékod, semmi váltás ruhád és 1 hónapja nem zuhanyoztál? Hol leszel amikor az embereid több felszerelést és lőszert cipelnek mint a te súlyod (én 20 tárat vittem és kétszer lőttem el mindet Najafban) és épületekbe szaladgálnak fel-le, szobákat takarítanak ki egész nap?