I have often wondered

[Norm Cromie (RIP)]

To those who resist single service integration, you are truly pissing in the wind. May I suggest the days of kilts, scarlet tunic’s, feather bonnets; fixed bayonets and the square have long gone. If you have ever laid down on the rifle ranges at Long Branch on a cold Lake Ontario with a high wind during a sleet and rain storm and no great coat or taken a long march in a snow storm with that moisture laced kilt slapping at your legs for about five hours you will sure know what the meaning of kilt burns and a raw bottom means. On October 1939 when we were ordered to turn in our World War 1 web and kilts for the new battle dress I can tell you, I was overjoyed but many of my fellow 48’ers were ready to go into full mutiny.
As more and more of our high tech defense forces move into the computer world with everything controlled by micro chips, you will see the personal identity of the common soldier moving into a world of an impersonal computerized force of reality. When we listen to the stories of today’s line soldier more and more he prophesies his allegiance not to government or bloated financial enterprises, but this allegiance is to his individual unit and his fellow comrades. This is not to say he has not lost his individual act of bravery or his unified effort with the potential ultimate outcome possibly being serious injury or death. He simply is beyond the bullshit from the military God Kings and commercial despots; he is now truly reaching to the peak of reality.