Yeah, tell you what.
Many, many years ago, when I was a young warrior, the great chief Secretary of Defense called together the Chiefs of Staff of the Army, Navy, Air Force, and the Commandant of Marines, and told them he wanted them to prepare "mission statements" for their services.
This was the time when business schools were all high on mission statements, which usually ended up being clunky, multi-clause, run-on sentences chock-full of bafflegab.
Well, the service chiefs got their staffs on this, and produced mission statements.
When the meeting came for reading the mission statements, the Army general went first:
"Mr Secretary, the mission of the United States Army is to provide excellence and durability in conducting land operation blah blah blah, and to remain on the cutting edge of advanced blah blah blah, ensuring the highest quality of blah blah blah."
The Navy admiral went next, and he was even worse. In addition to providing excellence and durability and highest quality, he threw in some crap about hydrography and research.
Surprisingly, the Marine general went against the usual trend of Marines to be plain-spoken, and gave an even longer mission statement packed with even more horse shit.
Whilst all this was going on, the Air Force General, gentleman by the name of Larry Welch, was looking at his half-page-long sentence, and feeling more and more depressed by the mountain of crap it contained. After a spell, he pulled out his pen, scratched out the mission statement, and wrote something in. When his turn came, General Welch said. . .
"Mr Secretary, the mission of the United States Air Force is to fly and fight."
So you can have Air Force pilots, navigators, mechanics, electronics operators, and suchlike who all have nice square jaws, big dicks, conservative haircuts, and comfortable English names, or you can have men and women who can fly and fight.
Your choice.