I may be a tad off track in voicing my opinion, but I was a cadet. US Army ROTC in college.
I joined ROTC in college after my initial enlistment was completed in the US Army. I was a private who earned an Army scholarship to go to college. One of the conditions was that I would join ROTC, which is designed to groom cadets (the college rank) into US Army officers, with the full intention of becoming an Army officer. It was full of what I like to call “finishing school” courses, including learning how to act at formal functions like catillions, balls, and dining functions, as well as learning how to wear a uniform, follow instructions and other military skills. Drills, following orders, military history and what not. Oh, and physical training. I didn’t think it was a big deal, especially after basic training, but I saw how it really did benefit many civilian students to grow up (or mature, whichever word you prefer) and learn some social skills that regular college kids and underclassmen didn’t have. Courtesy, politeness, conversational skills and teaching respect to superiors. Also respect for yourself. One had to learn how to wear the uniform correctly, and this translated to a lot of students learning how to dress correctly in civilian clothes (read: no droopy pants showing underwear and other stuff). Even with the students I saw who didn’t pursue a military career, I saw many of them shape up pretty quickly if they chose to stick with the program, while those who chose not to remained in the droopy pants type of people. It helped to mold kids by teaching (what I thought was the purpose of college) kids to become responsible adults. Some got it, some didn’t.
My sister, earlier in life, joined the Air Force Junior ROTC in high school, and for the brief time she was enrolled, it started to shape her up, but she didn’t complete the training. And it showed. People can’t believe we’re related, based upon how differently we act.
But then again, I’m pretty much a by-the-rules type of person, where she’s still a fly-by-the-seat-of-her-pants person. So take that for what it’s worth.
No shooting or weapons involved. Lots of team building exercises. Lots of getting dirty. Oh, and great stories. Like the time we found Harry passed out drunk on the PT field, and the time the twins stole the army van to go to a strip club. Yeah, fun times.