Every Marine a rifleman no more?
Former Defense Secretary Ash Carter shocked the military last summer when he called for boosting the military’s high-tech force by finding civilians who already have those vital skills like cyber security and offer them “lateral entry” into the military — a chance to skip boot camp and put on a uniform as a mid-career rank from Day One.
In effect, he suggested having a Marine Corps that included "Marines," pinned with a staff sergeant’s rocker, who had never been to boot camp and spent no time in the junior tanks. Marines scattered across the force who had little knowledge of Marine culture and whose colleagues quietly questioned their status as a “real Marine.”
https://www.marinecorpstimes.com/art...e-marine-corps
I'm not sure about the Marines specifically but I know in other branches something like this is already done for certain career fields - medical, dental, legal, etc. As to why do this instead of hiring contractors I'm not sure. It's cheaper? Depending on where you can I've seen entry level infosec jobs start as high as $88k/year.
my friend is YouTube learning how to make balloon animals
PB: One day you'll need this number: 988.
i'd rather have body autonomy than an Audi baton on me
Hasta pronto, porque la vida no termina aqui...
America, stop pushing. I know what I'm doing.
SPOILER ALERT:
Yo, so I just watched "Logan" for the first time yesterday...
...How come when Wolverine was shot in the head with the adamantium bullet, he just loses his memory, but when that little girl shoots his doppelganger -- it blows his fucking brains out. WTF, and there was more serum to inject into Wolverine. Alright whatever.
Originally Posted by AnticorOriginally Posted by Stanley Burrell
I can see my pulse in my neck.
I can feel it in my knees.
I can hear it when the mask is too tight.
These are the physics senses.
The chemical senses are left bereft.
Hasta pronto, porque la vida no termina aqui...
America, stop pushing. I know what I'm doing.
“Without warning, David was visited by an exact vision of death: a long hole in the ground, no wider than your body, down which you are drawn while the white faces above recede. You try to reach them but your arms are pinned. Shovels put dirt into your face. There you will be forever, in an upright position, blind and silent, and in time no one will remember you, and you will never be called by any angel. As strata of rock shift, your fingers elongate, and your teeth are distended sideways in a great underground grimace indistinguishable from a strip of chalk. And the earth tumbles on, and the sun expires, and unaltering darkness reigns where once there were stars.”
John Updike, Olinger Stories, by way of Halt! and Catch Fire
Hasta pronto, porque la vida no termina aqui...
America, stop pushing. I know what I'm doing.