The funniest part of all this was that while they would make a huge fuss about males interacting with females in some aspects of my job (ie, the girls' tent was literally roped off), they were inconsistent in the rest of it. I could spend hours sitting in a windowless truck with a sergeant, waiting for something to come through on the radio and reading his collections of dirty jokes, and that was fine. But, on maneuvers, a superior officer inexplicably decided it'd be "safer" to stick me way out in the bushes all by myself under my tarp, where I felt very lonely and vulnerable. (I'm sure I heard wolves!

) And yet, when we were moving as a troop and didn't have time to pitch camp, he was completely okay with me sleeping in the middle of a pile of exhausted men, like we were all puppies. I can sleep with a man's head in my lap, but I wasn't allowed to pitch my tent near his.
My guess is, they really didn't have any standards for integrating women into the force and they were feeling their way blind. I really hope things have standardized by now, because it was hard never knowing what was appropriate and what wasn't.
Especially as I was somehow supposed to know, and could be criticized for not anticipating, and yet my superiors were entirely inconsistent themselves. I still remember showing up late for the ritual handing out of condoms. The sergeant ordered me to kneel and ask for it... which was flippin' hilarious to all those 19 year old boys.
And it was absolutely because I was a girl. The sniggering and jokes about "on your knees" left no doubt.
(Edit: I should add, in case I've given the wrong impression, that I really enjoyed my time working with the military. It was fun, challenging, and I liked most of my colleagues. I'm not the sort to faint at a naughty joke. I did come out of it, though, with a more finely tuned sense of what it means to be a woman in a traditionally male-dominated environment.)