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Publishers: Unpublished Grenada Book in Our Book Budget

Steve is the Ranger in the picture, with two people who are not Rangers. Can anyone ID them?

Steve is the Ranger in the picture, with two people who are not Rangers. Can anyone ID them?

Estéban Trujillo de Guitiérrez — “Steve” or “Doc T” to most of us — remembers little of the ceremony in Washington, but he remembers where he was when they put the habeas grabbas on him to attend.

I had just gotten off a Huey somewhere in the South Ranier Training Area with a class of Rippies1, when SFC Conrad pulled up in a jeep. He said, “Doc, you got to go to DC.” We were in the woods. I have no idea how long that it took Conrad to drive to the infil point.

I said, “I am walking this patrol.”

He replied, “You are going to DC. Get in.” So I did. No one asked me, “Would you like to go to Washington DC?” I was told to go, given a packing list, and dropped off at Sea-Tac airport.

via Magic Kingdom Dispatch: Rose Garden ceremony..

The event that got Steve sent to the White House Rose Garden, a rarefied place indeed for a Ranger E-5 (how many F-bombs got inadvertently dropped on genteel ears during that visit) was Operation Urgent Fury, the invasion of Grenada. Steve has written a book on his experiences; that that book is unpublished is a crime against nature. He is a writer of skill and power, and well known to all in the Army SOF community from his service in Rangers, SF, and elsewhere. Here’s another example of his Grenada recollections, published at the usually anti-soldier Daily Beast, of all places:

We are over water, the door-gunners firing furiously, and the Lieutenant stands peeking around the frame of the helicopter waiting for the bird to hover over sand. We see that we are mere feet away from the beach, and Andy kicks the Lieutenant out of the chopper as we jump into the surf under fire. The Lieutenant moves too slowly and the air is electric with bullets as the helicopter takes hits with that sledgehammer sound.

I am right behind Andy and I step squarely on the Lieutenant’s back, leaving a jungle boot print on his fatigue jacket as he sprawls in six inches of water. Then we run for our lives, run for the sanctuary of the sea wall, sheltering there shaking from the nearness of death. Scott, Andy and the others drop their rucksacks and look for targets. Slater is laughing again. We see no enemy. I notice in a slow-motion dream-state the beauty of the beach, quaint hotels with curtains over their windows, glass shattering with machine-gun bursts fired by the helicopter door-gunners. I am numb, on automatic pilot, and function despite my fear.

At the risk of riling Steve up, we'll use a DOD file photo of Rangers in Grenada that is C/1/75, not his 2nd Bat guys....

At the risk of riling Steve up, we’ll use a DOD file photo of Rangers in Grenada that is C/1/75, not his 2nd Bat guys… the left-handed RTO looks pretty miserable, huh?

Earlier, a Soviet diplomat stood trembling in our gunsights while we searched him and his car. He drove alone to Point Salines to deliver an official message from his government to the senior American commander. He looked like he expected to be nailed to a wall and shot. We must have seemed like cutthroats to him, bloodied American Rangers with black faces. He was stunned when we finished our search, handed back his watch and credentials, and led him away to deliver his message. He was treated firmly, but with formality. Courtesy did not come easily. Squatting behind the sea wall, Andy and I wonder if he is in the Soviet Embassy hiding beneath his desk while Cubans lie dead in the debris of the burning roof, their broken mortar beside them.


Scott is lecturing an anti-tank gunner, “do not fire unless I tell you.” The gunner wants to kill something, he wants to fire his cannon, but Scott will not permit it unless he has a worthy target. I am proud of Scott, he is a fine Ranger sergeant in combat, and amongst ourselves, there is no higher accolade. Behind us, pandemonium rules on the beach as the students that we came to rescue are herded in groups onto the helicopters.

Our turn to go. We blow the claymores as we pull out, and we cover each other as we return to the shoreline. Andy tells me, “someday we should come back here on vacation.” I look at him in outrage, but he is right. It is a beautiful place, or it was, until we blew the shit out of it. The students are gone and we are nearly left behind, but we wade into the surf and we pull each other into an overloaded helicopter hovering over the water, the door gunners heedlessly firing into beachfront homes. The copilot turns and yells at us to hurry. The chopper shudders beneath our weight and vibrates with the intermittent dings of bullets. In the confusion, another bird is hit and abandoned, and the crew runs to ours. Their helicopter squats in the surf with its rotors drooping. Scott, Big Ed, Andy and I make it out on the last bird to leave Grand Anse Beach. It was not planned that way.

Planning imagery for the drop was based on satellite photos or the Point Salines airstrip, like this one.

Planning imagery for the drop was based on satellite photos or the Point Salines airstrip, like this one.

Until some history publisher gets a dose of smelling salts and contracts Steve’s book, you can read some excerpts at his website, Magic Kingdom2 Dispatch, along with his musings on current events, the surveillance state, etc.. Doc posts Grenada stories most often around the anniversary of the invasion, which fell in late October, 1983 (we were in Phase II, Light Weapons, at SFQC, with some very, very frustrated Rangers).

The post that reminded us to write about Doc T and his book was this one, about fallen Ranger, 60 gunner Mark Yamane. That post recounts Yamane’s fate, as one of the Rangers whose everyday courage got him singled out for death. It also describes in detail the jump’s success, a triumph of improvisation in the face of military chaos.

We didn’t know Yamane. The only Grenada KIA we knew was Phil Grenier, from Ranger School Class 1-83. We didn’t know him well, just had one conversation about a hometown we were born in and left behind in early childhood, but he grew up in. You don’t have a lot of time to talk in Ranger School.

Incidentally, the world is missing a really good (i.e., not lightweight re-popped journalism) overview history on Urgent Fury. That book is sitting on the desk of former Marine GySgt. Joe Muccia. Doc T can put you in touch with Joe, too. Castalia House, are you listening? Presidio? Naval Institute Press?


  1. “Rippies” are Ranger (then Battalion, now Regiment) volunteers experiencing the myriad joys of RIP, the Ranger Indoctrination Program  (which has been replaced by RASP; the acronyms bark but the Rangers patrol on). If you made it through RIP, you could become a real Ranger like Doc, and wear the scroll on your shoulder, as long as you could keep it.
  2. “Magic Kingdom”? Steve lives in the earthly paradise of savory women and beautiful food that is Thailand. We’d call him a lucky bleep, but he seems to have made his own luck. Napoleon would approve.

The Last Word (for now) on Rangerettes

rangerette-benjaminChris Hernandez, who should need no introduction in these pages, has a brief interview with  Sergeant Major Colin Boley, the Operations Sergeant of the Airborne and Ranger Training Brigade, and one of the few Regiment veterans involved with the school.

Boley, who is a former Best Ranger Competition winner (as part of a two-man winning team), is adamant that, while some trivial accommodations were made, the standards were upheld and the first two female graduates, CPT Griest and 1LT Haver, met the standards. Period, full stop.

This is interesting because so far, he is the only one involved with training at a lower-than-political-level who has been willing (or allowed) to go on the record. His own command had threatened most of the Brigade with dire consequences to saying nennything to nennybody.  Boley:

The two females deserve recognition for making it through Ranger School. But they don’t deserve more than anyone else. One soldier who graduated with them is a cancer survivor, and not long ago was told he’d never be able to do something like this. He did it, the females did it, every other soldier who graduated did it. They all deserve praise, but not more than their classmates. Completing Ranger school is the easiest part of being a Ranger, living up to what that tab means every day of your life after is the hard part. Thus far Haver and Griest are doing just that, with class and dignity. Some of us old Rangers may want to take a page out of their book.

That’s enough for Chris Hernandez:

As far as I’m concerned, Sergeant Major Boley’s opinion is the final word on the matter. I’m a cynical old senior NCO who is frankly sick to death of the Army and counting the seconds until I retire, and I often harbor a near-homicidal hatred and distrust of officers (just kidding…sort of). If it was just some official Army spokesman colonel insisting the females graduated fairly, yeah, I’d be suspicious. But when a twenty-year Ranger Regiment combat veteran Sergeant Major with a Silver Star, who is assigned to Ranger School, tells me they made it fair and square, I believe him.

Were the standards upheld? Boley insists they were. After all, there have been other well-connected West Pointers — men — who have had the benefit of multiple recycles, and many graduates have been given extensive preparation by their units beforehand.

Chris says, addressing these two officers, “I hope to shake your hands someday. I have nothing but respect for your drive, dedication, and effort.” As we have said before, they have showed remarkable determination and grit in pursuit of their objective.

Whether the Army is being run by grownups or addled undergraduates is a completely separate question, and that situation wasn’t caused by and isn’t under the control of a couple of tough young company-grade officers.

Do Read The Whole Thing™. If you disagree with Chris, remember you’re also disagreeing with SGM Boley, and do so with respect. Not that either of them can be harmed by internet insults — they’re big, tough combat vets, too.

Distinguished Service Women in the News

Alleged former Air Force officer says she was, er, moonlighting:

Niara-Terela-Isley moon alien chick

“They turned me into a newt!”

A former US Air Force worker has claimed she was abducted by reptile aliens who raped her on the moon countless times.

Niara Terela Isley, who worked as a radar tracking officer, said she was snatched by a “humanoid with a tail” and taken to a secret base on the far side of the moon.

While there, she said she was made to have sex with aliens and lift boxes.

Ms Isley told how she worked at the Tonopah Test Range, in Nevada, but said she could recall very little detail about her time there.

She claimed security guards raped her in front of an audience after she was jabbed in the neck with a mystery drug while in an underground lair.

And then she was raped on the moon, she said.

Ms Isley described the bizarre and shocking series of incidents under hypnosis.

In taped interviews with aquarianradio, she claimed she was taken into space eight to 10 times over several months when she was 25-years-old.

She said the aliens put her to work, having her operate electronic machinery to excavate the darkest parts of the moon.

“Zork, I left the instructions for the baropsythrabulator unit in the other saucer!”

“Yog, you featherbrained imbecile! That’s still in the garage on Alpha Centauri. What are we going to do now?”

“Maybe we could get a human to do it.”

“Well, get one with a nice smile.”

Ms Isley does have a nice smile. There’s all the proof you need, innit?

Describing how she was used for sex almost every night she was on the moon, she said she was regularly passed between the reptilians.

In addition, she said “grey aliens” were present, helping with the work, as well as human “personnel” who were also forced to help the reptilians do their bidding on the moon.

After the abductions, she said she couldn’t remember much of what had happened, including aspects of her work, leading her to think her memory had been wiped.

The incidents stopped in 1980, she said.

Yeah, damn male chauvinist alien patriarchy. One grey hair, a single wrinkle, little bit of sag here or there, and a chick’s outa there for next year’s model.

She sought hypnosis in an attempt to fill the holes in her memory and it helped her uncover more details about the abuse she experienced on the moon.

Describing her abductor, she said: “He was humanoid and did have a tail.”

She said he had yellow eyes with vertical slit pupils.

On the “dark side” of the Moon, she said: “There was a lot of sexual abuse.”

Yep. One in five Air Force officers abducted by aliens this year… well, to put it delicately, they’ll have their way with ’em. The Air Force doesn’t like to talk about it. Especially the guys.

She also said there was excavation work to expand the “military base”.

It was then that she had to carry out manual labour including “moving boxes”.

Ms Isley, a mum-of-one who now lives in Colorado, said: “At night I wasn’t allowed to sleep and was passed around for more sex.”

Try just laying there, honey. Ask if it’s in yet. The aliens hate that. Or organizing a “Slutwalk, Luna” as a way to name ’em and shame ’em.

“I was scared. I knew I had to get back to my daughter so I was pretty compliant. I just didn’t want to do anything that would get me killed.”

via ‘I was abducted by reptile aliens who raped me on the moon every night’ – Mirror Online.

So, that’s the officer experience, female, Air Force, one each, for you.

Either that or she’s barking, bat-guano mad. We report, you decide.

Meanwhile, back in the Army

Ranger Training Brigade has thrown in the towel and is going to graduate a third woman candidate, who started with the others and has had so many recycles and second chances that nobody has kept track of them. These include being removed, ungraded, from patrol leadership positions where she was failing, and getting a “bye” on multiple peer review failures (two things which have only been waived before on males that had a great deal of “pull,” such as sons of generals, and never both on one person.

Meanwhile, Army Chief PR Dolly Brigadier General Malcolm Frost took to twitter to condemn People magazine writer Susan Katz Keating for writing a story about the school “without trying to interview” Colonel David Fivecoat and Major General Scott Miller. Someone was lying all right. The only problem was, it was Frost. Keating responded indignantly:

Frost, a political Social Justice Warrior committed to the “fundamental transformation” of the Army, did what SJWs do when caught lying, he doubled down and projected. In the end, he demanded that People run his own mealy-mouthed, platitudinous statement — after already demonstrating that he was a man of no integrity whose word could not be trusted. Needless to say, they refused but did append three paragraphs to the story. Frost returned to working with more complaisant reporters, and preparing a media blitz for this third West Pointer to have been poked, prodded, pulled and promenaded through the gates of the course.

In an interview on Facebook quoted in the Washington Post, all part and parcel of Fabricating Foster’s press blitz, the third woman, Lisa Peplinski Jaster, seemed to admit receiving special treatment but called for it to be “minimized,” for future women.

At the end of the course, Jaster had been dragged through three Benning Phases, two Mountain Phases, and two Florida Phases. She consistently failed patrols and peers, but advanced anyway.

The Ranger Training Brigade claims to have destroyed all training records of the women graduates “routinely,” except for the simple green index card that has been kept for each student since 1951.

Strictly coincidentally, this is the one with the loudmouth husband on social media, and strictly coincidentally, the one who kept a notebook and threatened repeatedly that if she didn’t graduate, she was going to “burn down the school,” and equally strictly and equally coincidentally, the one who repeatedly flunked peers. Which were waived on her behalf. This is the one who had special pre-tuition during the course on every evolution that was sprung on her classmates (you know, the ones who were actually at risk of failure) as a surprise.

At least she hasn’t been kidnapped by lunar-based aliens. The aliens, unlike today’s Ranger Training Brigade, have standards.

Rangers and Rangerettes Roundup

RangerTabYou’re supposed to be getting the next post in our Forts series, Castillo de San Marcos, at this moment. So why isn’t it here? Because we’re jamming to get some airplane parts finish-drilled, deburred, and washed/etched/primed in the two days of weather we have left in coastal New Hampster. And there are a lot of photos of San Marcos (thanks to OTR). So the RV-12 project’s gain is your loss. In the interim, we’ll fob you off with posts that are quick to write. Like this one unfairly concatenating two Ranger / Rangerette stories. -Eds.

The Ranger Was a Wife Beat-ee?

We are reliably told that Things Have Changed™, and it’s not like it was The Days Of You Dinosaurs®. But still, we can’t help but think what would’ve happened to a guy who showed up in his unit with bruises — because his wife beat him.

Ridicule doesn’t even begin to say it. We had a simple and blunt code: a soldier neither beats or is beaten by his woman, and if he is a no-go at this station he’s the butt of all unit humor until someone else screws up bigger and generates more net mirth. (Which may never happen). From a local Fox affiliate:

In an effort to protect himself, Michael has been filming encounters with his ex when he drops off or picks up his 2-year-old twins.

“A GoPro has such a wide angle scope on it,” Michael said. “It catches everything from 5 feet away from the feet to the head.”

And it appeared to catch 37-year-old Corinne Novak grabbing his genitals during a custody exchange last Thursday. Novak was later arrested for domestic battery, according to 10 News.

We won’t mention who this guy is or what his place in Rangerdom may be, although it doesn’t take a rocket surgeon to break it out. We figure, he’s got enough of a tough time.

And then, the kid has a point. Courts are so springloaded in women’s favor on domestic issues that a guy feels like a slave being judged under Hammurabi’s Code. Don’t matter what you did or even if you did it, your head’s the one going to roll.

Did the Rangerettes Really Do It?

That charge is being made by Rep Steve Russell (R-OK), a fellow Ranger grad, based on comms he says he’s received from RIs and others at Benning. (We received an email from a fellow blogger about this last night and dismissed it based on what we’d heard, at least, we assume that it’s these charges, which we hadn’t seen at the time). From The Hill (which is paraphrasing that bastion of military analysis, People magazine):

A source on Capitol Hill told People that the lawmaker was concerned because “sources at Fort Benning are coming forward to say the Army lied about women in Ranger School, that the women got special treatment and played by different rules.”

Ranger instructors who said they were told to keep silent reportedly gave Russell’s office examples of ways in which the women received special treatment, such as carrying less weight than the men and not taking their turn carrying heavy weaponry, People reported.

The Hill (or is it People?) also quotes some zero-integrity Army spokesperson saying the sort of empty party-line twaddle that Army spox speak. It’s not worth repeating; Joe Isuzu wasn’t worth listening to when he was selling Isuzus, he’s no more worthwhile pushing Diversity is Strength and Vibrancy is Whatever.

But the thing is this: during the event we had contact with people at RTB including staff people and Ranger Instructors, specifically including lane walkers/graders, the guys who walk with the Ranger patrols and give the Patrol Leaders and other graded leadership positions their go/no-go grades. And they described a system that was:

  1. Yes, subject to considerable pressure to make the women succeed (which is explicitly denied by Lt. Col. Isuzu in the People/Hill mashup article), subject to the women performing to standard. 
  2. Scrupulously fair. (Indeed, there were so many brass, hangers-on, activists — and don’t forget the 31 feminist Commissars — that the RIs were absolutely on edge about being fair and being seen by all these nasty career-killers to be fair).
  3. Not overly accommodating to the women, even though there were significant accommodations.

We’ve got some antennas up on this.  At the moment, we’re inclined to think that Rep. Russell has been misled by people who are not as close to the lanes as they have made out. But we’ll see.

One prediction: the Chief of Staff and various people who want to suck up to him are very, very interested in who these alleged whistleblowers are, as is the new social-engineer Secretary of the Army.

And now, if you’ll excuse us, back to drilling and deburring. 

Rangerette Roundup

Well, time for a brief post about doin’s in the World O’ Rangerettes. As we’re outa time, few images. Use your imagination!

First, In the Army

The fix, it turned out, was in.

The fix, it turned out, was in.

The two women who were nurtured through Ranger School recently (and who, we must say, showed incredible grit and determination to hang in there through multiple recycles) were so much more impressive than the 136 who fell by the wayside that the Army has decided, after long deliberation a pause to provide a Decent Interval® and look like long deliberation of orders that came from Ash Carter and John McHugh, to open all future Ranger classes to women. Who will graduate. Remember, we called it back in November 2014, as the first 31 women for the Corps of Commissars were selected (out of 36 volunteers… now that’s real selectivity): Lower Standards, Commissars, to Guarantee Graduation. The distaff Ranger graduation is also being used as a wedge to crack open the rest of combat arms, because the Maslovian self-actualization of a couple of career women who want to play Army, and a victory for the lesbo-wiccan coven that is DACOWITS, are more important than whether units can fight and actually beat anybody. “Since they’re only ever going to play Little League, we might as well get ’em used to participation trophies.”

Just for the record: males graduate from Ranger School at a rate between 40 and 50%, something that’s been fairly consistent for about 65 years. Women graduated, despite bend-over-backwards standards, at a rate of about 1.5%. (Rounding up, 2/138). Can we get a, “You go, girl,” or maybe it’s a “Yugo, girl”?

Unfortunately, no one is following the 136 to see what their failure at Ranger school portends for their careers, and for military policy (i.e., what are we prepared as a nation to make two women feel good about themselves? And who do we expect to pay it?) We know from experience with men that some who pass the course, and many who medically drop (as some percentage of the women did), leave Fort Benning with chronic or recurrent injuries. The most common of these are hard-to-treat cartilage injuries to backs, necks, knees, etc. If the womens’ results are similar to men’s and not much, much better (which seems, biologically, improbable), they will have a disproportionate amount of lost time to medical treatment and recovery, relative to their peers, and a disproportionate percentage of them will have lifelong, compensable disabilities.

Next, in the Marines

USMC EGA eagle globe and anchorThe Marines have had a time-proven strategy for surviving periods of anti-military administrations: hunker down, fight delaying actions, let the Army take the hits, and emerge as the only service still capable of ground combat. The “anti-military administration” is personified perfectly by career politician and Secretary of the Navy Ray Mabus, and as a manager of Marines his standards have been slash. And burn. While they’re still more of a fighting force than John McHugh’s Reflective Belt Army, that’s a dismal distinction indeed.

The sheer persistence of Mabus’s Social Justice Weenies seems to have ground the Marines down. A Washington Post article by women-in-combat cheerleader Thomas Gibbons-Neff1 says that a recent Marine test produced “mixed results.” The article itself is pretty mixed-up, as Gibbons-Neff seems unaware of the difference between what combat units and Female Engagement Teams do, despite being a former Marine grunt himself, but he references results from a Marine test of a sex-integrated combined-arms task force at Camp Lejeune and undergoing a simulated combat deployment to Twentynine Palms.

[O]nly a small number of women were left by the experiment’s conclusion — two of the roughly two dozen who started — mostly in part because of the physical and mental stress that comes with combat roles.

Gee, that doesn’t sound like a mixed result to us. It sounds like “mixed result” is Gibbons-Neff’s euphemism for “failure.” (Maybe he’s a product not only of hyphenation, but of tee-ball and scoreless soccer). But hey, just because the women physically broke down like us mean old sexist combat vets said they might, doesn’t mean it was an across-the-board failure, right? Maybe they did okay at unit cohesion and esprit?

Both the men and women in the task force also reported a breakdown in unit cohesion with some voicing  a perceived unequal treatment from their peers.

OK, we understand the way that Gibbons-Neff uses the term, “mixed result,” now. It’s a mix of two different kinds of failure! You go, girl!

He also writes:

The nine-month exercise was broken down into two parts. Initially there was a four-month training period, or “work-up,” at Camp Lejeune, followed by a five month “deployment” to the Mojave Desert in Twentynine Palms. Certain elements of the task force also participated in training at Camp Pendleton, and mountain warfare in Bridgeport, Calif. This two semester cycle was common over the past 15 years. During the height of the Iraq War, it was common that Marine units would train for six to eight months and then deploy for a similar amount of time.

Gee, tell that to the Marines that were in Fallujah in 2004. They not only saw some of the worst fighting in the war, they saw a year and a half of it. And while the Marines have managed to keep their average deployment of active-duty Marines fairly short (7.21 months as of 2010, perhaps lower if we had newer data), Marine reservists deploy for longer, and all Marines are subject to deployment more frequently than their Army counterparts, as a rule of thumb. (The USAF has even shorter deployments — and more frequent ones yet).

Mean Length of Deployment in Months, by Branch of Service and Component, as of 2010

Component Army Navy Air Force Marine Corps Coast Guard TOTAL
Regular 9.66 6.00 4.89 7.21 5.29 7.52
National Guard 9.21 N/A 3.46 N/A N/A 8.00
Reserves 8.96 6.13 3.85 11.96 5.29 7.96
TOTAL 9.42 6.02 4.48 7.97 6.00 7.67
In contrast with the Army and Air Force, the Navy and Marine Corps do not have National Guard components. (Source).

He also hand-waved the equivalence of 9 months breaking down into 4 training plus 5 deployment as equal to 12-16 months breaking down as half training and half deployment. If the surviving women were down to 2 after 9 months, of which only 5 were “deployed,” albeit in the USA, one wonders where they’d be after a year or longer, or even an average all-USMC 8-month deployment.

The Marines did something very interesting: they instrumented their troops during this test with  heart monitors and smart shooting targets, and they’re crunching the data now. Since the instrumentation data haven’t been released, Gibbons-Neff dismisses the results revealed so far as “anecdotal.” Why does he dismiss the “anecdotal” data: because it’s a tale of failure, a little by individual females and a lot by units disrupted by them. Anecdotes like this:

[W]omen had a difficult time completing physical tasks, like moving 200 pound dummies off the battlefield or from the turret of a “damaged” vehicle.

Hey, if a few men have to die because Lance Corporal Fainting Couch can’t get them out of a blown MRAP turret, that’s just the price you pay for careerist women officers’ Maslovian self-actualization, which is a higher value to Ray Mabus’s Marine Corps than victory or (expendable, non-female) human lives.

Peer assessments were also mixed.

Peer assessments are always mixed. But how do they become “also” mixed? This sentence immediately follows the one above. Does Gibbons-Neff think that a finding that women are too weak to be relied upon to evacuate wounded men is a “mixed” result? Or was it “mixed” because 200-pound male Marines could move a dummy representing themselves, or a 140-lb woman, for that matter?

Gubbons-Neff quotes a male Lance Corporal (for civilians, that is a fundamental grunt rank, equivalent to PFC in the army), Chris Augello, who was all for sex-integrated units until he saw them in practice:

Augello, according to the report, also noted that relationships between the female and male Marines in his platoon sometimes turned romantic and in turn became a distraction. Integration, Augello wrote, is “a change that is sadly for the worse, not the better.”

And then you have this: 

Another issue was training. Female marines received different training from their male infantry counterparts, and so there was a gap in their preparedness.

You may recently remember the case of Lieutenant Colonel Kate Germano2, a tough Marine who was relieved for cause for trying to raise the standards in female Marine training. Germano appears to have been backstabbed by female Marine officers subordinate to her who were comfortable with lower standards and double standards.

After throwing around some irrelevant stuff apparently learned from press releases on Female Engagement Teams3 (similar to the SOF Coalition Support Teams which also have received doting press coverage but dismal reviews from the field), Gibbons-Neff throws out the old tu quoque that men dropped too!

Not, of course, at proportionate rates, but never mind that. And not for physical or medical reasons, mostly, but for administrative ones (if you have a unit that’s 90/10 men, more men will have an issue requiring redeployment, like a death in the family, than women). But then we have another bout of hand-waving, in which Gibbons-Neff notes that a couple of the women impressed some of the men.

[T]he two women who stayed until the experiment’s conclusion told the Marine Corps Time they had found their true calling as infantrywomen.

You go, girl!

“Every time a female would drop, it motivated the crap out of me to stay there,” Lance Cpl. Callahan Brown, one of the two final women to remain in the task force, told the Marine Corps Times. “Only 7 percent [of Marines are female] and so few even wanted to be in the infantry, and that’s all I want, is to be with grunts.”

And that’s all that matters, what she wants. What the men want is irrelevant, because feminism. It’s all about career growth and Maslovian self-actualization for handful of tip-of-the-bell-curve women who want to do this, a few of whom maybe even can do this, that units should embrace and accept dozens of women who want to do this but can’t do it.

Because, really, what’s more important? That Lance Corporal Callahan Brown get what she wants, or that some mere guy get lifted out of a burning turret and not roast to death?


ITEM: Commenter Neil S. inadvertently posted the following comment, intended for this thread, to the wrong thread:

My brother in law was transferred from 1/9 to be one of the infantry NCOs in this consolidated test unit. He described the women (all of the ones that he worked with) as absolutely untrained for infantry operations. They expected to be cut a break. He attempted, as any good NCO would, to get their shit squared away and ready for the desert training cycle. He did this in a vocal military manner, at high volume. Some of the females complained; he was relieved of his squad leader billet and assigned to the armory (which is a fate worse than death in the Marine infantry. You cease to exist in the eyes of your command.) He’s pretty bitter about it.

The parallels to the fate that befell Lt. Col. Germano are uncanny in their similarity. As if the two incidents were drawn from the same template. What odds do you think that Lt. Col. Germano and this unnamed young sergeant are the only two who have seen their careers shot pour encourager les autres? 

ITEM: an individual who claims to know him points out some details of Thomas Gibbons-Neff’s career and has a different take on his post. It seems only fair to call your attention to “Marjah Marine” in the comments below.

ITEM: Speaking of fair, that endless cri de coeur of Unique and Special Snowflakes™ everywhere, we were (in all seriousness, for a moment) quite unfair to cite Gibbons-Neff’s post without linking to it. You can find it here and we have put a link to his original work in the story. We regret the error.


  1. If your name is hyphenated, and you’re not the descendant of a contracted marriage between families of impoverished nobility and <i>nouveau riche</i> social climbers, you’re probably a drip. We’ve found this a remarkably robust and repeatable rule of thumb. We’ll do Gibbons-Neff the favor of ignoring the evidence of his writing, and granting him a broke baron somewhere in one hyphen or the other of his bloodline.
  2. For previous coverage of the Marines’ mistreatment of Lt. Col. Germano, see these two Weaponsman stories: Marines Fire Leader who Challenged Women to Excel (10 July 15) and Keelhauling Kate Germano, Part II (14 July 15).
  3. FETs and CSTs are designed to allow the coalition forces in muslim extremist and other highly patriarchal areas of operation to be able to talk to women. In those societies, husbands and fathers own their wives and daughters much like an antebellum plantation owner owned its slaves, and they are hostile to the idea of their women talking to Allied men. The teams have generated parallel reports, the official glowing ones that we suspect might have been written before they deployed, and the real ones passed from veteran to veteran. These real (and suppressed) reports can honestly be credited as “mixed,” as some FETs/CSTs have performed as advertised; others have been like trying to cart a bunch of stubborn, needy noncombatants around the battlefield.

The Rangerette Publicity Machine

The fix, it turned out, was in.

The fix, it turned out, was in.

As everyone who has not been under a rock knows, the two women who have been in Ranger School for six months or so as ambassadors militant for their sex are set to graduate, By Direction of the President, this week. Since the President is coming to the graduation, there can be no question of them not passing or being graded like the real students. They are tabbed out, which requires a definition of this ancient Ranger term (well, it appeared to be of very great antiquity when we contacted it in Ranger school in October, 1982). What is “tabbed out”?

Tabbed Out

It’s an insidious attitude that some Ranger School attendees get when they are confident that they have enough patrols to graduate personally; a certain personality type, a Courtney Massengale if you will, ceases effort beyond the minimum. He’s (and up to now, they’ve all been “he”s) tabbed out.

If not before, our two women were Tabbed Out the moment the phone rang in Building 4, telling someone that the Preident was coming to their graduation. By Direction of the President, they were tabbed out. Nothing they did after that point could have prevented their graduation, probably not even dying — unlike previous deaths on the course, they’d have gotten a posthumous tab.

The Ranger Instructors are alert to this phenomenon and, where they can, administer doses of humility when required. They can’t always.

There have always been a few candidates — sons of serving generals, for instance — for whom Failure Was Not An Option, not because they had no failure in them (we have learned that martial ardor is a more heritable trait than martial ability), but because their success was decreed from On High, usually from the CO or even the Benning CG.

In this case, the men filling those positions are fully-on-board Diversity Is Our Strength social justice warriors.

There’s no Tabbed Out like Tabbed Out By Direction of the President.


Diversity is Strength!

Is diversity strength? It depends, of course. If you left out any of the three ingredients in a structural part made of carbon fiber cloth, epoxy resin, and  epoxy hardener with the latter two reacting in a typically exothermic reaction, well, you would have floppy cloth with goop on it, not a structural part. But if you added to carbon fiber, epoxy resin, and hardener an equal quantity of straw and manure (recognizing, say, the vibrant contributions of Afghan home builders), then that particular diversity would not be strength. Hence, “it depends.”

In the end, “Diversity is Strength” sounds less like a rational statement and more like a hortatory slogan, the kind so acidly skewered in Orwell’s 1984: War is Peace! Freedom is Slavery! Ignorance is Truth!

Diversity is Strength!

You almost want it to be an antiphonal call-and-response: “Diversity is Strength!” “Amen!”

No, diversity is not strength. Judicious diversity, which is not the sort pursued today, is how the addition of carbon to iron produces steel. Addition of cobalt, of tungsten, chromium or nickel in trace amounts produces all the many structural and mechanical steels that, unseen, make the world work — the real world, the one that the English majors and lawyers simply grow atop like mildew, thinking that they’re in command.

Addition of random ingredients to your melt isn’t likely to produce superior steel — diversity, in that case, is “inclusions.” To burn it down to a slogan, except for very few very defined instances, Diversity saps Strength.

The Lesson of 1974

1974 was a great year for social justice warriors. For the United States, of course, it was a year of chaos, retrenchment and decline, which may or may not be related to that. But in the Army of 1974 — an Army riven by a rocky transition from a narrow, unfair draft, by racial division, and rampant drug use — the Most Important Thing wasn’t solving any of those problems, about which leadership was in deepest denial.

It was (drumroll please) Opportunities for Women.

First, and most important to Academy graduates, at least, the Military Academy prepared to admit its first women, who would be the only members of the Class of 1980 celebrated by the press. (The press, then as now in the grip of its not-antiwar-just-on-the-other-side shame from Vietnam, wishes the Army and all in it ill, so perhaps lionization in the press is not a good marker of martial value). But what we saw was the change imparted to another venerable institution, and one that had rather more to do with victory in WWII than West Point did, to wit, jump school.

Airborne School admitted its first women in 1974. And the first women were carefully selected and prepared female officers (sound familiar?) who were subject to sex-normed “same standards” as the men. By all accounts, that first class actually did their best and met the standards, as long as you only graded them on the female curve.

The problem with carefully selecting women who can almost hang with the guys is this: you run out of freaks of nature and weight-lifting high-T lesbians pretty quickly. So for subsequent classes, the powers that be had to either accept very high female attrition or lower the standards further. In the end, they essentially dropped standards for female attendees and that led to a precipitous drop in standards at the school in general.

It started with the runs. Airborne runs were once “legendary,” as in stories told to both encourage and intimidate the young, but within a few years they were “legendary,” as in “something that took place so long in the past that all that is left is apocryphal oral tradition. At first, women who fell out of runs were yelled at and shamed but they cried and called their Congressmen, so that stopped. Within a very few years, they ran if they wanted, and didn’t run if they didn’t feel like it, and no one said anything. The Army made sure the recruiting brochure for jump school looked like a college catalog: a centrally managed race and sex mix designed to look Inclusive.

True, paratroopers coming out of the course could no longer be expected to have displayed courage, fitness, and commitment, but none of those things were necessary any longer: diversity was our strength!

By 1980, the date of the emergence of that first batch of West Point women from their cocoon on the Hudson, it was functionally impossible to fail jump school. Sure, there was still plenty of pointless hazing and harassment, and this induced people to quit, but by 1980 there were no standards. Fog a mirror, pass the course.

In that case, why have a course? The essence of military parachuting can be taught to a static-line jumper in a day, maybe a half day. But the course is what they’ve always done; for the Army, then 205 years of tradition untainted by progress, better to have a sham course than to admit the Emperor’s hairy butt was showing.

What happened in Airborne School happened across the military. At first, “women just want to compete on the same level playing field.” Then, “the standards are biased against women.” At first, “women don’t want to change the Army, they want to join it.” Then, it was, “the culture is hostile to women.”

From there it was a short step to making mechanics take down Snap-On calendars in the motor pool, because the slinky girls on the calendars, and the fact that the men liked looking at them, were kryptonite to the acidulous Sapphic sadducees of DACOWITS.

It was a short step from the first guy whose career got canc’d because he pointed out the the girls in his motor pool couldn’t lift their toolboxes, to contracts demanding impossible lighter tools, to a motor pool where a guy carries the girl’s toolbox, always, and she thinks she did it herself. Because you go, girl!

From there, it was a short step to where we are today.

The Publicity Campaign

And that brings us to today’s publicity campaign. It has been unprecedented in its breadth: it not only has reached the usual febrile triage plazas of diversity cant, but the PR agency actually got the mother of one of the Rangerettes on the Rush Limbaugh show. And it has been unprecedented in its persistence. They’ve even reached out to blogs hostile to their message, in this format:

From: Cathy Renna <>
Date: Tue, Aug 18, 2015 at 2:19 PM
Subject: Expert Availability Re: First Women Graduating Army Ranger School
To: [a well known military blog]

Media Contact: Sue Fulton


Phone: 908.256.xxxx

Expert Availability Re: Women Graduating Army Ranger School

Washington, DC – Two women West Point graduates are poised to become the first women to graduate the Army’s Ranger School.

The following women West Pointers are available to discuss the impact of this historic event:

Donna McAleer, West Point ’87, author of “Porcelain on Steel: Women of West Point’s Long Gray Line,” member of the Defense Advisory Committee on Women in the Service.

Anne MacDonald, Brig. Gen. (ret.), West Point ’80, part of the first West Point class to graduate women, the only class of ’80 woman to reach general officer rank.

Sue Fulton, West Point ’80, part of that first class, first woman graduate Chair of the West Point Board of Visitors.

Targetcue, by the way, is a GLBT advocacy firm closely tied to the administration, that works largely through a network of gay and lesbian reporters. It’s managing partner (and, it seems, chief cook and bottle washer) is Cathy Renna, who sent the above email. (We have removed details of email and phone addresses, because even militant lesbians trying to destroy the Army have a right privacy).

Renna writes:

Everybody wants their “name” in the media, but we’ll get your story told and told well. Target Cue provides premiere services for audience-targeted media outreach at all levels, from mainstream media to more audience specific outlets and social media. With decades of experience and long-term trusted relationships with and access to journalists and bloggers, your story is in good hands at Target Cue. With a full range of services that start with audience targeting and includes message development to placement of stories and opeds/blogs posts, TargetCue will work with you from beginning to end to maximize the impact of your media visibility and leverage media coverage in diverse ways.

You might be inclined to credit her for all the publicity barrage we’re seeing, but Targetcue is just one of scores if not hundreds of PR flack rookeries that have been mobilized not only to sell the public on the idea of Rangerettes, but to make it seem as if the public was always sold, and as if this whole idea originated out there in real America and not around conferences tables of careerist officers and lesbo-feminist activists. Those aren’t equivalent groups but there is a large intersection in the sets.

We’re teaching our young officers that they can have anything they want if they just throw enough of a tantrum. That will be one hell of a military to send into combat.

Of course, they won’t care. By then, they’ll be out. They’ll be “activists.”

What’s Next?

The Navy folded, and CNO Jon Greenert says SEAL standards will drop to meet the available women. (That’s the real subtext of all his bloviating. He knows who signs his paycheck). Where are they going to get SEALettes from? Maybe Cathy Renna has some in her little black book. And mad social justice leader Ray Mabus has set a 25% floor for women in the Navy and Marines — and every job therein. Guided by the wisdom of Comrade Academician Lysenko, we move forwards to the New Soviet Man Nongendered Human Being. Meanwhile, everybody’s racial classification, the bean most lovingly counted by racialist diversicrats, turns out to be remarkably fluid.

How does the Army meet these raised stakes in Diversity Poker? Well, one of the Rangerettes hasn’t been awarded the title of Best Ranger yet. That’s still open! And there’s this ugly guy with lipstick just named to some White House position. Why not make him/her/it Secretary of Defense? It’s not like the guy in the office now would be missed. Heck, there’s the Trans Barrier, and then there’s the Poly Barrier, and then there’s the NAMBLA Barrier. There’s no end to the Diversity that can be our Strength!

Meanwhile, the Army has announced that most soldiers will not be able to trade above squad level this year as the Army regresses to Depression-era end strength. Leadership emphasis is, you see, elsewhere.

Meanwhile, 10k .mil email addresses (6.8k Army) were found on the Ashley Madison hook-up web site, and  the DOD is investigating all for adultery. That will help them get to the new 80k cuts they’re talking about, and a few more to make room  (If you’re counting, 45 DHS emails, 88 Bureau of Prisons, and 10 officials in Philadelphia city government, too). So moral of story: it‘s a really good time for warriors to leave and let the West Point activist types have the Army to themselves.


Marines Fire Leader Who Challenged Women to Excel

Lt. Col. Kate Germano

Lt. Col. Kate Germano (USMC Official).

A year ago, Marine Lt. Col. Kate Germano, a lean, leathery, intense woman who’d had one key assignment after the next, took charge of the 4th Recruit Training Battalion, the Marines’ East Coast female-recruit training battalion. This unit had, for decades, accepted the idea that women needn’t achieve to men’s standards. She didn’t have any illusions about what women could and couldn’t do, but she also knew that “the soft bigotry of low expectations” was not the way to make Marines out of her young women.

And so she changed things. Boy howdy, did she change things. Things that had been accepted for decades in the unit — like female Marine recruits far underperforming males in rifle qualification. Germano was on solid ground here. Any experienced trainer can tell you women can compete shot-for-shot with their male counterparts on any flat range, and the Marines have made the flat, known-distance range the foundation stone of their world-renowned reputation for riflery.

She didn’t cut failing recruits slack. She didn’t cut her officers any slack. And she didn’t cut herself any slack, either. She treated everyone the same — like adults. Professionals. Marines.

As you might expect, some recruits and Marines thrived under Germano’s set-the-standard-and-meet-the-standard leadership. And some didn’t.

And the women that didn’t were resentful.

And the resentful women, unable to face Germano and perform at Marine levels, took a passive-aggressive approach. Whispering. Conniving. And ultimately, back-stabbing.

To the delight of the women who want being a woman in the Marines to be a free ride of lower standards, Brig. Gen. Terry Williams, the CG of Parris Island, relieved Germano for cause on 30 Jun 2015. Williams cited a “hostile, unprofessional and abusive” command climate, by which he meant, Germano’s insistence on high standards and the uncomfortable spotlight she shone on those Marines who fell short of her standards — or didn’t try.

“What she did when she came is she changed the mentality of the Marines in the battalion and the recruits to not expect a historically lower performance than the male recruits at the battalion,” said a female Marine officer stationed at the depot, one of three who spoke with Marine Corps Times on condition of anonymity, for fear of professional retribution. “Almost all the categories performed better during her tenure, just by challenging the training protocol of performing separately.”

Many of the Marines in the training battalion were happy with the old, lower standards and with the old command that accepted underperforming recruits as “good enough” for women.

“I thought she proposed some good initiatives such as transparency in billet selections and improving rifle range scores,” the Marine [one of the subordinates selected for a survey meant to “get” Germano] wrote. “However, as the summer wore in, it became apparent that [Germano] thought she was fixing a broken battalion with a poor command climate.”

Women recruits of the 4th Battalion on the rifle range. Like all Marines, they engaged targets to 500 yards (460m).

Women recruits of the 4th Battalion on the rifle range. Like all Marines, they engage targets to 500 yards (460m).

Germano’s reputation suffered due to a lack of buy-in to her reform efforts from other officers in the unit, said another officer who spoke with the paper.

“Lt. Col. Germano is direct, and people have a tendency to take it personally,” she said. “If it had come from a male officer, there would have been no objection.”

Gee, that’s almost a tacit acknowledgment of the fact that there are sex-linked cognitive and behavioral differences that need to be taken into account when leading Marines, or anybody else, for that matter. Can’t have that!

Another Parris Island officer who supported Germano’s fight to address unit personnel shortfalls said the unit was better for having her as a commanding officer.

“The battalion was headed in the right direction under Lt. Col. Germano,” the officer said. “She meant well. She was very passionate for what she did and believed in.”

There is more information, although it’s rather haphazardly organized, in the story  at the Marine Corps Times. The particular thing that seemed to have been used by Germano’s subordinate officers to bring her down was her straying from the current politically dictated Party Line on sexual assault in the services.

On one occasion, the investigation found, she made comments during a sexual assault prevention brief that female Marines interpreted as victim-blaming, leading some to testify that it would make them feel less comfortable reporting a sexual assault within the command.

Blaming victims? Quel horreur! What did this horrible woman actually say — if our sensitive ears can hear the words?

Allegations that Germano took a “victim-blaming” approach to sexual assault prevention stem from a January brief to officers. Witnesses said she implied that sexual assault is “100 percent preventable” and that “by drinking, you are putting yourself in a position to be sexually assaulted.” One attendee said she would not feel comfortable reporting an assault following the brief because she felt it would not be taken seriously.

Got that? Tell the young women you’re supposed to be mentoring that they make it easy for the approximately 100% of men that are horny dogs by getting drunk and sloppy, and you’re “victim-blaming.” Hey, today’s young women Marine officers are the product of today’s university hook-up culture, where when you discover the morning after that you settled for a guy a few rungs further down the appeal market than you would have gone sober, so you call rape on him. (Unless any of them are from Columbia, where you call rape on the guy who wouldn’t sleep with you, and then make a production out of carrying a mattress around to get your 15 minutes of tramp fame).

“Stay sober, keep your wits about you” = “victim-blaming.” Lord love a duck.

In addition to crucifying her for that common-sense advice, something we would hope every father and mother tells their daughters (and sons!), Germano, we are not making this up, “reinforced gender bias and stereotypes” by telling her Marines that they needed to compete on a level playing field with the men, not set themselves a comfortable, easy, lower standard. Thus,  her relief is a big win for double standards in the USMC. (One of Germano’s “unreasonable” standards was for her Marines to break an 8-minute mile in the 3-mile run, not exactly Olympian performance. And to do more than the previous commander’s pull-up standard: zero).

The Defense Equal Opportunity Management Institute, a cabal of professional DOD race-and-sex-quota grievance-mongers, were called in by the dissidents’ sponsors in the command to carry out a survey of the battalion — a survey taken by only 64 Marines, who self-selected for the opportunity to “get” Germano.

The new commander is already returning the unit to comfortable lower standards on runs and ruck-marches, and the new boss brings in the new pull-up minimum, same as the old minimum: zero. With Germano gone, the women that thrived under her leadership are the next round of targets for career assassination. But one legacy may survive: the recruits of the 4th may still be expected to shoot as well as, well, Marines.

The great irony here is that Germano is hardly some old-style, anti-feminist, warrior for the cismale gendernormative patriarchy (that would be us). She’s a fully PC post-sex “gender”-wise social justice warrior, a former officer aid to Secretary (“Let’s have fewer ships and name them for more inconsequential people!”) Ray Mabus. She was one of them, for crying out loud.

As she sits trying to figure out what life after the Marine Corps is going to look like, muttering, “They turned on me! I was one of them!” let her consider the fate of “one of them.”

What did become of Trotsky? Of Robespierre? The Revolution never loses its interest in you. 



On looking back at this story, we see that we quoted Hope Hodge Seck’s article in the Marine Corps Times extensively in this piece, without linking it. Her article is the source of the block-quotes inline above. We regret the oversight; it’s our policy always to link the sources we quote from inasmuch as possible.

Rangerette Tease: They’re Hangin’ In There

RangerTabIt’s not official, and they could still step on their… uh, make a serious error, but as of Thursday night it was highly probable that the three female officers remaining in Ranger School are going to pass the Camp Darby subphase of the school and move on to the second phase in the mountains at Dahlonega, Georgia. The two lieutenants and one major have finally passed the phase, after three attempts (and a considerable rest-up before their third shot). Last week, they passed the RAP Week phase (for each of them, a second time) without drama or difficulty.

On their third attempt at Camp Darby, the three women all passed one patrol. None has passed two. None has failed more than one (one or possibly two has only been graded once). With them “tabbed out” on patrols — at least as far as Darby is concerned — the course managers stopped assigning them to graded positions. This is often, but not always, done for men. The graded positions on the last couple days of the phase are going to the guys who need a Darby patrol pass to avoid recycle or dismissal, not to students who have demonstrated that they can lead a patrol — male or female alike.

None of the three women is in trouble on spot reports (negative spot reports can lead to phase and even course failure). Moreover, the instructors and observer/advisers think that these Ranger candidates are unlikely to have any trouble with peer reports, the last academic hurdle to completing the phase. Unless one of the women is injured, she will complete the phase.

There is no graduation. Instead, the soldiers get a few hours’ break — most of which will be spent chasing down equipment for the next phase — and then are transported to the Mountain Ranger Camp, a rustic hillside setting that they will spend little time in. Instead, they’ll be outdoors, doing some crude mountaineering (knot tying, rappelling, intro to technical climbing, etc.) and then running heavier and longer patrols. In the mountains they will have long movements and very difficult terrain. They will walk the contour of steep hills and struggle through tangled clearcuts at night.

Unless things have changed drastically, and weather and equipment permitting, airborne-qualified candidates will jump into a small DZ at mountain camp, and non-airborne candidates will be bused to the camp. The jumpers get five hours’ sleep before the jump for safety reasons (the legs do all guard duties). This five hours is the longest sleep a Ranger candidate can count on in the remainder of the course, at least until the next jump (probably into the culminating Florida phase).

So far, the Ranger Instructors are confident that the women have met the same standards as the men, with the single exception that Col. Fivecoat, the RTB commander, has been easier on them on recycles. Even then, they have not had treatment that is outside the range of what men have had.

Has there been… pressure? Depends on how you define it. The RIs are generally Ranger, infantry or SOF combat vets, so their idea of “pressure” doesn’t include being bossed around. Fivecoat is committed to the success of women in Ranger School, and he goes around telling folks that “the women must pass,” but he also says, “the standard must be held.” In his mind there is no contradiction. The RIs have done a pretty good job insulating the students from the looky-loos and media and giving them as normal a Ranger School experience as they can.

Tomorrow we should have the official word. Also tomorrow: here on, at 1100: how a Marine officer tried to lead women to perform up to the men’s standards — and how it ended her high-flying career.

Exit Question:

A Ranger Regiment vet has pointed out that “Rangerette” has, or at least, had, a different meaning in Scroll World. We’ve wounded his amour-propre by using the term for something else entirely, the 1000 women who said they were going to Ranger school, the 138 who actually tried out, the 19 who made it to the school… and the three lonely women who are still hanging in there.

If not “Rangerettes,” what do we call these women? At least until the day (if the day comes) when women in Ranger school are commonplace (which would, of course, require the standards to be lowered to the level of the 19, the 138, or the 1,000. While they denied any standard had changed at all).

Your suggestions for a rename for this category are welcome. Absent a really rockin’ idea, we stick with Rangerettes.

Rangerette Micro-Update

RangerTabRAP week is over. The two LTs and one MAJ have passed it for a second time. RAP week includes all the events that weed out the completely unprepared: PT test, a minimal swim test, various water events, a laughable land nav course that still produces over 10% failures, Ranger runs and a rucksack march. The women, like most of their male peers, passed these tests to standard.

Off to Darby again, where these three officers have performed well enough in the past that Brigade Commander COL David Fivecoat (an avid supporter of the women in Ranger School initiative) expects them to finally pass some patrols.

These officers have received generally positive peer reports, but none of them has passed a single graded patrol.

Ranger students must pass one patrol in each phase, at least four patrols overall, and at least half of their assigned graded patrol leadership positions. Recycles get their counter reset to zero.

An interesting thing is happening. The attrition of the men serving alongside these women is higher than it is usually in all-male classes. Higher enough to be noticeable, but not completely out of range of Ranger School experience (which is decently well documented over a longitudinal span of some 65 years). There’s not enough data yet to suggest whether this result was a one-class anomaly or whether it will be the norm with women students on board.

We may have some observations on the psychological and behavioral differences that instructors have observed, later this week.

Rangerettes are Back At It.

One of the "one time only" admittees from Class 6-15 in April, taking her PT test. Most of the women passed the PT test that day. It was downhill from there, and now we're seeing pressure to lower standards.

One of the “one time only” admittees from Class 6-15 in April, taking her PT test. Most of the women passed the PT test that day (we dunno about this gal, but her pushup form looks OK). It was downhill from there, and now we’re seeing pressure to lower standards.

On 21 June a new Ranger Class (8-15) kicked off at Fort Benning and RAP Week is on. Among the trainees are three Day One recycles from Class 7-15, all women. Two men were also offered a Day One recycle after failing the Darby phase, but declined the recycle and went either back to their units (if they came from troop units), on to the next stage of their initial training cycle (if they were newly accessioned officers and had training schools still ahead), or, if they came from Ranger Regiment, back to haul their gear across base to a non-Ranger unit.

Whatever we can say about these women, two lieutenants and a major, you can’t criticize their guts. They haven’t, however, done well leading patrols. There are a number of reasons for this, but one of the ones no one seems to be considering is that leadership is not for everybody. The Army is pretty good at teaching its people to fake it till they make it, and even introverts can be effective with the simple checklist leadership taught at Ranger School.

A common beef is that, as the women don’t come from combat arms, they can’t be expected to know anything about patrolling or, say, warning orders. That’s nonsense; patrolling is necessary for any unit to secure its perimeter, and writing warning, operations, and fragmentary orders is a common skill at all officer and NCO leadership levels. One of the struggling candidates is a major, for the love of Mike, and therefore has ten years in a wartime Army, and is ambitious enough to want to pursue this badge on the theory that it will catapult her into high command. Can’t do an operations order?

Maybe this gig is not for you.


The press reaction has been about what you might expect. The Christian Science Monitor carefully explained that these women who failed are better than the men who passed, because feminism or something. The Washington Post went to one of its go-to experts on the military, Ellen Haring:

Ellen Haring, a reserve Army colonel, expressed disbelief that none of the 19 women who originally qualified to try Ranger School has succeeded. ….

Haring said that the longer that Ranger School is left open to women, the more accepted it will be in the ranks and the more likely it is that a woman will graduate. She questioned how men who do not come from a combat arms background can pass Ranger School after attending a preliminary courses at Fort Benning, but no woman has.

The Post elides a lot of Haring’s background. They say of her:

She’s a leader of No Exceptions, a campaign organized by the non-partisan Truman Project and Center for National Policy that calls for all jobs in the military to be opened to women who qualify.

The Truman Project is so non-partisan it’s named for the Democrat who rose to the Presidency by accident (and stayed there largely by wit) and is the nearest thing to a saint today’s irreligious Democrats recognize. Start a timer now, stop it when the Post writes “the nonpartisan Reagan Institute….”

And Haring’s “No Exceptions” is a group that argues for the elimination of standards so that careerist women officers — we’d say, like Haring, but she’s a Reserve officer, well over 50 years old, so what career? — can rise “proportionately” regardless of merit.

Haring herself has tried to sue herself to military advancement, a fact well known to the Post’s dishonest Dan Lamothe, but left out of Lamothe’s article. Of course, manipulating regulations and threatening and executing lawsuits are a common tactic among careerist women; these typically female passive-aggressive behaviors are more or less the opposite of markers of leadership potential.

“If you know your enemy, but don’t know yourself,” Sun Tzu wrote, you’re not going to win consistently. This absence of self-knowledge is evident in the subtext of the following paragraph by Dishonest Dan:

Sources familiar with the assessment said some of the final eight women were shocked and frustrated when they learned they didn’t pass the next part, the Darby Phase. It is known for its daunting Darby Queen obstacle course, but includes a variety of exercises in which Ranger students take turns planning and leading foot patrols through the wooded hills of Fort Benning. That’s where most, if not all, of the female students were dropped.

Ranger students are graded by both peers and Ranger instructors (RIs). The sources, who spoke on condition of anonymity due to concerns about damaging their careers, said many of the women who made it to the Darby Phase were graded well by their fellow male Ranger students — a process known as peer reviews — but informed at the end that they had failed at least two patrols and wouldn’t be able to continue.

The anonymous sources Dan is relying on to tell his story here may or may not exist. The Post frequently makes up military news using phony “anonymous sources.” The one thing that ID’s this guff is that it always fits The Narrative™. Remember “Jessica Lynch, Amazon Warrior Woman?” That story was made up by the Post’s Dana Priest using the fiction of an anonymous source. (Lynch was unconscious during the battle where Priest had her singlehandedly slaying the Iraqi Army, then being captured).

“There’s the sense that no RI really wants to be the first one to pass a woman,” one of the sources said.

Let us fix that for you: “There’s the sense that no RI really wants to be the first one to pass a woman,” Dan Lamothe said. Note the passive, evasive construction. Hell, maybe his source is Haring but based on the Post’s usual ways of military reporting, it’s 100% anal extraction.

Male students who had women in their patrols also failed at an unusually high rate, the sources said. The average Ranger Course typically sees a few dozen soldiers wash out during the Darby Phase, but eight women and 101 men did so in the class that begin Ranger School on April 20. Thirty-five of those men failed to meet the standards to try again, but the rest were allowed to “recycle” and try it again later in May, Army officials said.

Again, Dan’s cryptic “sources” are probably primarily Dan, with a Greek chorus of some members of the Careerist Female Officer Sisterhood.

But if there is an element of truth in the claim that men with women in their squads fail at a higher rate, there is a plausible explanation (if a speculative one. Note that we, unlike Dan Lamothe, tell you when we’re speculating).

In Darby phase, all patrols are small — squad sized. Frankly, many would-be leaders have their hands full keeping track of 5 to 10 other soldiers. And one thing that comes with leadership, in Ranger school, is consequences. If Ranger Smedlap falls asleep in a security position or otherwise fails to perform, the consequences to Smedlap, who is in an ungraded follower position in a patrol led by Ranger Slobotnik, can be severe: a major minus Spot Report. Spot Reports do a number of things — they blot the Ranger candidate’s copybook, in a way that he (or she) has to soldier out of, if possible. Too many and you get dropped (two major minuses, IIRC. Dunno — we only got one Spot Report, a Major Plus). X number of minor minuses add up to a major minus (again, we seem to recall the number was two, but we could be wrong). Worse, from the candidate’s viewpoint, is that a Major Minus Spot flags all the other RIs that this candidate bears watching. One secret to success in Ranger School is to be the grey man. That possibility evaporates once you get a Spot Report, positive or negative.

But the consequences to Ranger Smedlap are secondary to the consequences of Smedlap’s screwup to Slobotnik. Slobotnik gets a no-go, unless he (or she) has done something that mitigates the potential consequences of Smedlap’s failure.

See, you can do everything right yourself, but if your subordinates fail, in Ranger School (unlike many, many places in the Army) you own it. To us, that is the most probable reason that adding females to the squad causes patrol failures, given that none of these females have really demonstrated they’re any good at this.Guts only take you so far. In the end, you have to perform.

Or you can be Ellen Haring, and sue.


One of the commenters on the Post site nails it, in light of comments we’ve already heard from Chief of Political Staff Ray Odierno:

And just like clockwork, here’s Phase II of the entirely predictable campaign to lower standards for women until they can compete, without regard to the consequences of such a policy.

Phase I, of course, is to admit women to the competition under the express condition that standards will in no way be lowered even if every female candidate fails. Phase II is, when all of the female candidates fail, immediately start pressuring everyone concerned to say that obviously the women failed because of discrimination. Phase III will be to create a loophole or different scoring system so women who fail the course are deemed to have passed anyway.

Phase IV will be sending soldiers home in body bags because members of their unit couldn’t hack it but were included anyway out of political correctness, but we never talk about Phase IV. I mean, even less than we never talk about the first three phases.


Update II

In the New York Times, a response to the snoozefest that is the WNBA:

There is one easy way to inject excitement into the sport and get these athletes more of the exposure they deserve.

Lower the rims.

The women who play college and professional basketball are amazing athletes — but they’re also undeniably shorter than their male counterparts. Both in the pros and the college ranks, the men have about seven inches on the women.

Got that? The same no-one-in-my-family-ever-served-or-would media drones who want to stuff women into the military, want standards lowered for them in sport.

Because equality.

Update III

Jonn Lilyea at This Ain’t Hell also examines the Post article, and he too remembers Haring. By the way, as you might expect for a bitchy, litigious slug underachiever who still made O6, she is an Academy grad, married to an Academy grad.