If you can be trained to give a 9-line under stress, you can be trained to keep your eyes, mouth, crotch, opinion, and hands to yourself in a communal shower.
And if your drooling, teeth-impaired, cousin-groping, got-a-31-on-the-ASVAB ass can't get it right the first time, that's what remediation is for.
Oh, and those of you bitching about combat effectiveness?
Leave the trans troops alone. (You know, those guys who've been allowed to serve openly for a year, and now just found out their oaths don't matter on fucking TWITTER!)
Go get some kid's face out of a screen.
(y'know, with a parent's permission).
We're looking at 8 out of 10 graduating HS kids being too obese to serve by the next presidential election.
That's so many orders of magnitude bigger a priority than trans troops, the cost of surgery for active duty is a fucking rounding error by comparison.
You want America to be combat effective?
Get the fuck off your ass.
Get the kids in the area off their asses.
Coach little league.
Supervise the Pokemon Go stops in your local parks.
Find a lunch lady and cover a couple of kids that haven't paid up their tabs lately.
Whatever the fuck it takes. Go get some kids healthy and moving.
And during your cooldown, go read up, so the next time you flap your yap, you sound better.
You know, as fucked up as DADT was, neither Clinton nor Bush nor Obama were asshole enough to lift the ban for a year, allowing honorably serving members to serve openly, before playing taksies backsies.
Fuck you in the heel spurs, sir.
The only thing making me smile right now is the thought of Secretary Mattis kicking in a door, drawing a knife-hand right in the middle of the oval office, and saying, "What the fuck, sir?! Motherfucker....!"
... Shit, Mattis is on leave this week. No wonder.
That's a couple of conference calls turning the air blue.