The stuff my fantasies are made of

| March 19, 2012

It’s like the Army hacked into my Pr0n (Stars & Stripes link);

The Army still bars women from fighting in combat units. But some women are trying to break that barrier far from the front lines — by battling male soldiers in chain-link cages against a backdrop of strobe lights, thumping music and swirling smoke.

The slugfests resemble ultimate fighting, a staple of pay-per-view television, right down to the black wire cages and throat-constricting holds with names like “the guillotine” and “the rear naked choke.”

The Army says the eight-sided enclosure simulates fighting in a small room and helps develop skills that soldiers sometimes need to subdue foes rather than kill them.

I know there are more than a few women out there who would like to get me in a steel cage and pound the living shit out of me. Believe me when I tell you that I want that, too. You have no idea.

I’m proud of these warrior women for walking the walk of equality. But, I’m pretty sure that people who call themselves feminists are opposed to it, because the women involved are acting like men, rather than trying to get men to act more like women. And the one in the picture above is kinda cute.

One woman made it to the finals. But at least three female fighters were carried out on stretchers. Others limped to a green canvas tent that served as a first-aid station. One fighter burst into tears, upset that a referee had halted her fight before she felt beaten.

Good for them, and good for the Army to disregard the impending criticism.

Category: Military issues

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SSG Medzyk

hajji will kill you regardless of gender.

Train as you fight….so train nasty.

Jacobite

Echoing Jonn here. Way to go Army, and way to go ladies, keep up the good work. 🙂

AW1 Tim

Concur with all of the above.

You fight as you train.

Maggie Goff

Loved this.

Poohbah, Lord High Everything Else

The more you sweat in training, the less you bleed in battle.

GI JANE

My first hand-to-hand after basic training was during my first tour of duty in 1976, in Germany. Two drunk (ahem) “minority” Soldiers came into the barracks while I was on CQ one night, and made the mistake of thinking the white girl was a pushover for intimidation. I punched one of them square in the face, knocking him back down a flight of stairs, and I grabbed the other one by his hairdo and swung him around like a rag doll. The Sergeant in charge pulled me off and they tried to charge me with assault. The commander said “forget about it”. I’ve had my share of fights, and I can hold my own. Fight dirty, because the enemy ain’t the Marquis of Queenberry.