Since I can't run for political office on any kind of military experience, I guess I will have to rely on my juvenile paramilitary experience in the Boy Scouts.
At our next to last troop meeting, the scoutmaster walked out of the room and went and sat in the darkened dining room in the church basement. He smoked cigarettes and mumbled something to the effect o, "fuck it, let 'em do what they want, let it all go to hell, fuck it".
So, yeah, that's where I got my leadership training.
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