Some of the more adorable criticism that part 1 of this article received was that I need to do some growing up. That is cute and condescending all at the same time. The thing is, I grew up in the Special Operations community during a time of war. Like many others in Army Special Operations, I carried a ruck on my back, jumped out of airplanes with a recoiless rifle strapped to my side, walked up the side of mountains in full kit, stomped around Mosul in the summer with my uniform completely soaked through with sweat, and all that jazz. On a few missions we even had female soldiers with us. The idea that they are going to carry what I carried and do what I did just makes me laugh inside. Enjoy that shit, we’ll see how long that lasts before this social experiment is completely discredited.