Yes, this is all well stated.
In basic training, I ended up being very close to a lot of different people that I would have otherwise never come in contact with, to that level.
And in my opinion, this is a very healthy thing.
One thing I'd like to share that cracks me up, all these years later. Pardon the forthcoming ramble.
I had been handling guns from a pretty early age, but I was still looking forward to training on the M-16.
Well, at least in the early 90s, there is exactly one (1) day of weapons training in USAF basic training.
In the morning, we got on a bus and went to the ass-end of Lackland AFB where the gun ranges were. We then received our weapons, with no ammo in sight, and 'trained' on them in several hours of classes.
Note, this classroom was just a classroom, with desks, with the normal classroom density. And so 50 young men and women were sitting at desks with M-16s. And, on various cadences, we all held them up, put the clip in, simulated chambering a round, aimed, and pulled the trigger.
But we had to aim...kind of up and to our left. Because we were never suppose to point the weapon at another person we didn't mean to shoot, loaded or otherwise.
It was an absolutely absurd scene.
Many of my class-mates were openly afraid of handling these weapons, and it showed.
After lunch we marched, weapons slung, over to the firing range. We were to each fire sixty rounds that day. The first thirty were warmup/practice. The second 30 were for qualification. We each lay supine with the weapon on sandbags. Only then were each of us handed three rounds each, which we pushed into the clip. And then we fired those three rounds.
The young lady next to me was terrified of guns, and had never touched one. I noticed that she was closing her eyes before each shot.
After we fired our 30 rounds into the targets, our final scores were calculated. My target had 30 holes tightly grouped in the middle. But there was another hole, off all by itself, right on the edge of the target.
Somehow I managed to score 31 out of 30 that day, though it was recorded as 30.
The young lady next to me repeated 'gun day' twice more, with different flights (groups), before she qualified.
Sorry for the ramble!
The real punch line came when I asked my training instructor, later on, why we bothered with only a single day of weapon training.
He laughed out loud and said something like, fuck if I know. Think about it, Diederich. What do you think would be going on if Airmen were forced to actually use their weapons against an enemy. The war would already be over!
Indeed! The USAF: where the best chance of direct enemy contact comes from becoming one of the few tens of thousands of officers who actually venture into enemy territory on occasion. The 'grunts', the enlisted, no way.