The Policies Of My Administration: Boot CampPosted: October 3, 2012
Sometimes, terms get taken over and misapplied. Proud words, who once stood for something, now hang their heads in shame. They became hip and so overused that they now mean nothing.
Today’s policy announcement is intended to help a phrase that was once synonymous with a significant rite of passage return to its rightful place of honor.
My administration will stand up for boot camp.
Remember When Boot Camp Meant Boot Camp?
When I was young, I had an uncle and a cousin who entered military service. Their first stop after the recruiter’s office was boot camp.
I’d never been to boot camp, but I understood it was not a picnic. It involved angry, squared jawed men in round hats yelling at recruits so closely that spit would fly out on the new soldiers’ faces and they were not allowed to complain about it. They would learn to shoot guns, crawl under barbed wire and fight using big q-tip things.
When my cousin and uncle came back after boot camp I could see that they were different in so many ways. They’d been through something significant and were proud of it. It prepared them for what was to come in their military careers. The boot camp experience meant something to those who lived through it and to the people around them.
Boot Camp Doesn’t Mean Boot Camp Anymore
Today we have all sorts of boot camps. It has become synonymous with any sort of training.
Every advertisement we see for a sales, yoga , bible or new daddy boot camp diminishes the experience that my relatives went through years ago. It weakens the respect for what young people who are now entering military service go through just to gain what they see as the privilege of protecting their nation.
So, no matter how hip some might think it would be to designate something other than military basic training as boot camp, my administration will not tolerate it. No one will be able to associate their lesser experiences with the all out transformative exertion we all know boot camp is.
New Daddy Boot Camp? Please. Don’t make me want to hit you in the head with this big q-tip.