Doesn't matter how strong you are, who's gonna drag your 325lb ass off the battlefield when you're hit?
There is a height/weight chart. Any over weight for height submits to a "tape test" for a crude (and often inaccurate) measure of body fat percentage.
That was ultimately what ended my USAF career.
Screwed my back up and they decided I couldn't carry a 200lb person across a battlefield, therefore I was out.
I argued that MOST people aren't carrying a 200lbs mushy lump of shit. If it's life/death pretty sure im not worried about my back hurting, and WHY THE FUVK AM I EVEN IN A BATTLEFIELD?! I worked in munitions. 99% of that was in a fenced in need clearance to enter "deadly force authorized" area.
A few years back we had an excersize aka war games. I was running the day shift (0700 to 1900) chaff/flare operation. IG team came in and "killed" a few guys and I had some arm and face injuries from a lathe and somehow in a coma and that required getting dragged into a pickup bed and hauled to the gate to meet the amberlamps.
Mind you the only tools we had in that building were screwdrivers, grounding straps and wood sticks to desquib the spent chaff and flare.
Took 4 of the bigger guys of the squadron to carry my maybe 200lb ass (full battle rattle) into the truck bed, not gently either.
Told them to grab a forklift
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They haul me to the stupid hospital make believe "mash". The hospital dumbasses sent a like 4.5ft 90lb girl by herself to stretcher me across a busted up old flightline in a stretcher thing with 2 big wheels.
Tipped it over halfway to the tent and really fucked my arm and scraped my face up im bleeding, plus the fake blood the IG poured on me for the fake injury and RUINED my uniform.
The girl saw what she did, and passed out. Lovely... hospital worker scared of blood.
Apparently smashed her face on the corner of the stretcher or something so she's bleeding all over too.
So lying there strapped tight to this thing bleeding all over, it's like -10*. Wondering if ill die from blood loss or freezing 🤣 all for make believe.
Someone heard me swearing up a storm trying to gut the stupid stretcher to get loose and got a ride in the real, real amberlamps along with the hospital chick that i swear was maybe the size of a 12 yr old to the real ER cause that mash place was only for make believe injuries.
Couldn't even make this shit up. Probably gave her the big people just to be asses not thinking it's like a F150 hauling a CAT d10N.
By the time I got out of the ER, got a ride across base to my car, it was almost time for my next shift.. yeah near 12hrs getting "hurt" and then real hurt and sorta fixed. So worked another 12hr in my bloody ass clothes like I was a battle hardened badass