Chas1, I went into boot camp in '68' and was one of the first ones at the recieving barracks to form a new platoon. It took two days to reach the desired number of " boy's" (70) for our new platoon. Those two days were spent cleaning and scrubing the barracks with no sleep. The DI's never let up, we were yelled at, cussed at and if you reacted wrong you were greeted with a fist. Everyone was scared to death and did exactly as they were told, no questions asked, it was just YES SIR! The first Sunday every boot went to Sunday Services because that was the only hour you got when you didn't have a DI breathing down your neck. The Sunday Services were dedicated that morning to a recruit that had died on a run that week. Reality started setting in and everyone's thinking "Oh ****" this is for real. Not your sheltered home life anymore. We did what we were told, when were were told no questions asked. We dropped boys out of the platoon that were to heavy or couldn't pass the obstacle course or couldn't climp the rope and added others as our training progressed. Our platoon became a cohesive unit. If you were a trouble maker or a winer you got a blanket party in the middle of the night. All the baby fat disappeared and was replaced with muscle, grit, respect and determination. 70 boys started out and about 60 proud, young men graduated. Sorry about the rant, but I can't imagine serving with gay', spoiled brats or winers, they don't belong in the military.