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When I first went into Basic Training, when asked about my religious preference I replied, "Atheist." Well, that didn't sit well with the idiots behind the counter (realize, this was Ronnie Ray-gun's Amerika at the time) and they said I had to have something else. I replied, "Atheist. Get over it." So they instead put "No Rel Pref," which doubled as some kind of Protestant denomination. Needless to say, I was pissed, but I got over it.
In Basic we were also required to undergo what was known at the time as "Morality Training," a misnomer if ever there was one. They took 200 of us to the chapel, where we were met by some 30 or so representatives of various religious denominations. As each denomination was called out, people would go to those representatives. They even had a rep for Jehova's Witnesses, which was really odd. Finally, when the last denomination was called out, 199 bodies were sitting with their reps, and all were looking at the one body still sitting in the pews: Me. I said something to the effect of "Bite me," stretched out and started napping on the bench. I was joined later by one of the guys from my flight who said he was impressed with me sticking to my guns and not flinching like he had done. I told him that after years of similar treatment for being an atheist you tend to ignore the stupid fucks.
The fun didn't stop with Basic: At my prior permanent assignment, we were processing through Mobility for some exercise, and this was one of the only times I can recall that we had to hit every station, including the chaplain. (Our leadership at the time had apparently found God, and wanted everyone else to find Him as well. I found Him behind the sofa, hiding. Okay, bad joke.) Well, when the chaplain saw that my dogtags said "No Rel Pref," he knew it was code for "atheist." He then had the audacity to ask me if in the event of my demise I wished to be buried face up or face down. At that moment, I could not have cared less that he was a captain - hell, he could have been a general for all it mattered to me when he said that. I snatched my dogtags from him and said, "Neither, you bastard - I'm being cremated." Well, that had him gasping for some kind of response, and the first one I heard came not from him, but from his enlisted assistant who objected in the strongest terms what I had just called him. She got the message when I told her to shut the fuck up or I'd have her on charges as well.
For years I faced similar abuse, and for years I told people to shut the fuck up or else the military would have to court-martial whatever was left of their sorry ass once I was done kicking it. Only recently was I able to get my dogtags changed to "Pagan," because frankly I like fucking with chaplains' minds. But I will never forget the lesson that no matter how noble your actions are (in my case volunteering to fight for and defend my country from all enemies foreign and domestic for the last 19 years), there will always be intolerant assholes who can't see past their ignorance and try to shame you.
I've also learned that those people are generally the first to become cowards in the face of stiff resistance, either from me or from whatever enemy we may be facing. Funny how they seem to lose their convictions when they should be relying on them most.
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