130554417500162048When I was called up as First Sergeant for a Military Police Company during Operation Desert Storm, I discovered the real war was not in Iraq or Kuwait but deep inside my own being where sets of beliefs and values had been built and reinforced over more than two decades of military service.

No, I was not opposed to females serving in the military. Yes, I resisted females being placed in combat or close combat support outfits.

It is total insanity to socially engineer young men and women together under austere conditions in the name of “equality” and expect politically correct results. The outcome is always predictable.

Two of my female soldiers came to me before deployment: “We’re pregnant, Top. We can’t go.”

A third female soldier requested intervention from her congressman, saying she was a single mother who had to stay home to care for her four-year-old daughter.

“Why did you enlist in the Reserves then?” I asked. “You knew you could be called up.”

“I wanted the army to help pay for college. I can’t go to war. I’m a woman.”

It got worse.

Morale plummeted. Men fighting over women, women over men. Plus, no amount of “social justice” is going to make a 110-lb woman carry heavy loads, march grueling distances, or lug a 200-lb wounded man off a battlefield. It is a part of human biological heritage that men protect women, risk their lives if necessary in that protection rather than concentrate on mission.

One of my platoon sergeants came to me. “Top, Specialist Nadar (female) has gone through every soldier in the platoon and is starting over. We don’t have soldiers. We have a pack of dogs in heat, and they’re all fighting over each other. The army doesn’t’ have camp followers anymore. We recruit ’em and bring ’em with us.”

Ten of my 21 females became pregnant within the first six months.

A reporter for Stars & Stripes told me that journalists who wrote anything negative about military females would be blackballed. Some stories got out nonetheless.

“And what’s your job?” a network reporter asked a female soldier named Cindi.

“I’m the camp whore,” the woman shot back with more candor than the American public was deemed prepared to accept. The footage was censored.

The Pentagon quickly squelched a report about a woman NCO who earned $10,000 in just a few weeks engaging in the world’s oldest profession.

A few cable stations did run an edited piece about the “Love Boat,” a navy ship in the Gulf that had to set sail for home port because so many of its female crew members apparently suffered from a combination of morning sickness and seasickness.

I sat on the edge of a cot while Special Norwood gripped my hand and sobbed softly. She was having a miscarriage. I stared at the wall, a little confused by it all. The feminization of the American military had begun. A kinder, gentler military. Tough combat soldiers reduced to settling female spats and handling miscarriages.

It was going to be a long war.

(NOTE: Names have been changed)

Going Bonkers: The Wacky World of Cultural Madness, by Charles W. Sasser. One of the first books to explore cultural madness through political correctness. The author was threatened, boycotted by some publishers, and audited twice in a row by the IRS in an attempt to shut him up. Still in print, it is available through Amazon.com.