The details of my life are quite inconsequential. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring, we would make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty typical really. When I was in the Air Force, I wasn't supposed to talk about it because we don't do that. When I was out of the Air Force, I wasn't supposed to talk about it because I wasn't in it, so what did I know. It's a great recipe for zero discussion about anything, leading to decelerated learning, a sludged OODA loop, and the exact institutional entropy we've watched unfold under "leadership" that made the same noises you do. Very few people have combat experience. But everyone is eligible to care about it and discuss it. Better to judge the substance of an argument than get caught up in who is making it. Or worse yet, cultivate unwarranted doubt about their credibility to marginalize them and avoid contending with the substance altogether. When you attempt that with me, it tells me you're Winchester. You have nothing else effective to argue. That makes me feel better about the merits of what I've argued. Not a lot better, because hey, it's you. But a little. So thanks for that. But as a bonus, yes, I have plenty of experience downrange. 500 hours in the air, a tour on the ground, and many instances of TF integration as a planner. Commanding a squadron in combat and bringing them home safely was the cherry on top. I don't need any of that to the sort gnat shit from the pepper in your BS, but it doesn't hurt.