Let The Trannies Serve!
If you're trans, and you're fit, qualified, and are willing to put up with all the shit that goes with military service such as
1. having every aspect of your life planned out for you 24/7/365;
2. being told what to do, when to do it, what to wear while doing it; and what could happen to you if you don't do it;
3. working weekends and holidays in brutally hard conditions with equipment specifically designed to cut, burn, and otherwise kill or maim you in all sorts of new and exciting ways;
4. schlepping you and your family to a new duty station in some God-forsaken place every few years with all the hassles that go with moving (although I would never think about having a family, much less a girlfriend or spouse while I was in the service, but there are people dumb enough to do it);
5. to be confined to a cramped ship with 5,000 of your best friends for six to eight months doing the work mentioned in #3 above for 16-18 hours a day, seven days a week, with few breaks, and barely enough time in liberty ports in exotic locations around the world to say that you had been to said place, but not enough time in said ports to actually do anything;
6. to get the satisfaction that you're doing something that only one half of one percent of the population of the United States has the willingness, much less the man bits to do, in order for some schlub to give you a dead fish handshake and a half-hearted 'Thank you for your service.'
If you're willing to do that, plus all the other stuff I didn't mention, not to mention, putting with all the crap that goes with being trans, put her there, pal.
I'd have been honored to serve alongside you. And I'm pretty sure I served with a tranny or two. I certainly served along enough gay dudes who did the grind as hard as I did. I had to work with them, not hit the beach with them.
All I asked from the guys I worked with was be on time, sober, in uniform, and ready to grind. #JustSayin