Combat no place for women or for the faint of heart

I'd like to comment on Erynn Masi de Casanova's support of women in combat.

Allow me to crack the hard candy shell on your little world. The day a judge has standards lowered so a woman can get through infantry training school is the day that this country falls to its knees. Combat is not your weekend paintball game down at Army Joe's Combat Paint Palace. Combat is not silicon-enhanced women doing cheesy one-armed push-ups in front of a camera. Combat is not "Full Metal Jacket" or even "Saving Private Ryan." Get a clue.

I don't understand why some women are so eager to send themselves into something they don't know anything about. Is it just another barrier you think you have to cross to make it into Oprah's "Top Ten Roaring Women" list?

News flash kids: Unless you are 6-foot-20, made of solid titanium, can run 10 miles in 10 minutes, carry a Mack truck 20 miles, eat small children and can kill just about anything that walks or crawls, you are not cut out for combat.

Here's some advice for all you tadpoles out there. Learn a little more about affirmative action. Get a nice husband or wife and a real job where you know what you're doing. Raise a respectable family where there is a parent at home to teach good values when kids come home from school. Try to quit crying about how unfairly you are being treated because you are a woman, or you have white skin, or you are a homosexual. Let the stupid men fight - it's what we are best at.

Stand up, take off your hat when you hear the National Anthem. Show some respect to those people who have done something horrible so you don't have to. Don't wish it upon yourself, you may not like it. Most importantly, keep that hard candy coating tightly wrapped around your little world because the peanut inside is rotten as hell.

John Mohler
Natural resources junior
United States Marine Corps