Man oh man, the stories I could tell....
Some recruiters came through CFRS Cornwallis and toured the school every year. They got a tour of a platoon barracks, and this time it was mine. I lit into one of the recruiters (a Sgt from my Regt) and demanded to know why he kept sending me psychos. He told me that an "activist" lawyer in Saint John, NB, would say to the judge " ...my client wants to straighten out in the Canadian Military.." Hizzoner, who probably thought we were still using Bren Guns, would say "Fine idea!", and let the JD off. The lawyer would then assist the process where required, by leaning on the recruiters and threatening political action. To say that the recruiters who allowed themselves to be bullied in this manner were geldings unfit for military service is an understatement. Anyway, we had to endure the social and intellectual scum of Saint John ( and believe me, that is saying something) being scraped off the streets and delivered into barracks 34-7, or whatever. This was 1984-86.
We don't need this. Ninety per-cent of our time is spent administering two per-cent of our people. We are NOT a social welfare agency, and we no longer have the robust military justice and administrative procedures used by modern conscript armies to keep their animals in line (jail- then release).
I was smarter when I was a Pl Comd in St. Jean. I would phone the recruiter up directly and say "You sent me a "three" didn't you?"
"Uh, yeah, I did, how do you know he is a three?"
"Because I read your manual!"
Stop sending us trash, we have a fifty per-cent pass rate here, do you know how much that costs the taxpayers?
That was in 1996
Tom