I read a large number of fiction and non-fiction books about the military campaigns and actions of the past.
Many of them deal with England, and the British Navy.
During the Napoleonic Wars, serving on a Man-of-War, was a very dangerous life.
Not only the normal dangers inherent with large sailing ships, and the battles they fought in, but from the system.
The captain of a ship, no matter how small or large, was "god" on his ship.
He could mete out punishment as he saw fit, for anything he took to be offensive.
Some captains, and officers under him, were quite sadistic, and/or dictatorial.
There are annals of ships meting out punishment every day, usually flogging by the bosun, or an another appointed officer.
There were many men hung at the highest yardarm over the years, for any number of offenses.
The captain determined if an offense was a hanging offense.
Swearing at an office could be considered mutiny, hang him.
Buggery/Sodomy, was a hanging offense.
There was a long list, and it was not consistent from ship to ship.
The British Army was much the same, although death sentences usually had to go a bit up the chain of command.
The British system pretty-well carried in to our early military.
Some militaries, like Russia, were even more brutal.
In those days there was no draft.
Men and boys were pulled from the fields, their homes or off the streets, by press gangs, to fill slots.
Those of us who served under our military system of justice can be very thankful for it.
We certainly had punishments, but an Article 15, and extra duty, was a whole lot better than flogging, or running a gauntlet of rifle butts being aimed at you.
I believe the system that many of us served under, in the Fifties and Sixties, was about as fair as they got.
I know the system wasn't perfect, none are, and some got unfair punishment, but it worked.
Because people were involved, there were always those who took things as attacks on them, and not the system, and dealt out punishment because they were offended.
To-day, you lose your career for things that used to be just a part of what we did.
Let alone, getting a chest full of medals, like the ones in Cracker Jack boxes, for getting your uniform on right. Or whatever they mean.
Maybe I, and some others are Troglodytes, prefer the "old" ways, but as has been stated, I don't think I would last a day, with the current system, before they sent me packing.
Jim Too