My father (never-military) once quipped when conversing with me about his geo-bachelor father (retired USA SP5, English-non-proficient, gone 20 years, complicated homesteading circumstances not made easier by my grandmother choosing to remain local, to be fair to the man), that he anecdotally felt he probably had a korean, filipino, or vietnamese half-sibling on this Earth, and he'll never know. Then he went on with the conversation.
It was the most nonchalant comment, this is before I entered the military anyways so it didn't particularly resonate. Took me years of my own service, token TDYs over to PACAF, to finally recall that comment and realize once you put it in the proper context of that time (1946-1966 for my grandfather), how it really isn't that much of a stretch.
break--break--
As to present day pearl-clutching, I'm of the opinion it's high time for systemic overhaul to frat rules anyhow. Demographics of the military are saturated with female members writ large. For every "undue command influence" so-called scandal about senior officers disparaging the supposed good order and morale of the Service, we all know of the thousands of lasting marriages borne out of fraternization. If it's a matter of pretense for domestic consumption, that's fine by me. I'm no warrior monk nor is it like we didn't go through DADT (spank you today, give you a medal for it tomorrow) for decades as an acceptable COA for the Service's inability to process their own cultural myopia.
But the nerve of the service to get chagrinned about any of this. I know I know, not supposed to talk about fight club, but after 17 years I've grown quite insensitive to the warrior monk litmus test virtue signaling. They're gonna run out of bare bone technical/aptitude bar clearing volunteers if they keep it up. The Col Jessup mantra has never rang more true for me. Solicit my indenture, then question the manner in which I provide it. lol.
You know, this wouldn't make a terrible prologue to my memoirs for ol' Jr to read in my passing:
"Dearest [redacted], here's the story of how your English-illiterate great grandfather retired an SP5, and your father an iron major nobody with 5,000 hours and no staff tours....we did it our way. Chapter 1: *inhales* ". 🤣