Fear not, Brother Rainman. There are still bars in fighter squadrons. There are still doofer books. There are still raging friday nights with drinking, gambling, singing....but the debauchery is gone (no non-military chicks bussed on to base anymore) as are many of the pushes to the Big House.
The fact is, these days I'd rather drink in my own squadron bar instead of the club. The Big House, in fact, has absolutely zero to contribute to a good friday evening. In my squadron bar, I have free alcohol (or, really stuff I've all ready paid for), I hang out with the people I really want to hang out with, I can smoke, gamble, curse, hang brain, etc, without having some douchebag or his wife come over and tell me what I'm doing is offensive.
Until they keep the SPs from arresting people staggering home from the Club for public intox...
Until they allow us to carouse, curse, get sloppy drunk, yell, gamble, smoke, sing vulgar songs, etc at the Club...
Until they start letting non-military women on base and into the Club...
...then I'll have absolutely no reason to go there. That place can fuck off and burn to the ground for all I care until they change their scope of operations.
Anyway, fear not; there are still people who have the right focus and want to train the next generation right. Although we're facing significant resistance, there are people out there who are 'keeping it real'.