The culture of this country used to be self-respect and self-discipline.
Self-discipline is different from TEN-HUT! military-style discipline.
The military in my experience, and YMMV teaches the immediate opposite of real self-discipline. It is a system where everybody is totally dependent on others, and where the best thing to do is to prove
inability in your current job, so you will be given a better one.
The following story is true:
As part of my military service, I did a (long) stint in my units computer maintenance and tech support team. We have had a rather nice fellow transferred there, who knew a lot about computers, but he didnt like the job or the hours it entailed (we were not even supposed to sleep at the base. It was a nine-to-five proposition).
This fellow also stole a laptop from the unit, repainted and resold it. He was never to my knowledge caught.
But at any rate, the fellow wanted to become a general personnel on base (i.e., a cleaning guy). These people work for only one week, then go home for a week, then return to work. Obviously much better.
So he started a plan.
First, he started reading horrible sci-fi books on duty. This would annoy the CO terribly, and continued until she threatened to put him on trial for disobeying a direct order to stop spending his duty time on this.
All well and good the fellow had his plan well in action, since she now was convinced he was a lazy bastard.
So at one time me and this fellow are ordered to go to fix computers. We need to on two of these computers to open them up and look inside. By now I dont remember why this was required, but Micro didnt know anything about the inside of a PC, so I just looked on while this guy did the work. (Under official regulations, it was forbidden for us to do this& but I digress).
At any rate, this fellow was called away to do guard duty in the middle of the work. Why? Confusion in the guard duty lists and protocols.
So now Micro needs to put the half-disassembled PC back together.
Lo and behold, theres a (very tiny) part missing.
By this time, my CO and me, as well as the officer whos supposed to be working at the PC, are in the room, and hes looking at me with the damn-you-I-want-my-computer-back look in the eye. I call the Lazy Bastard and ask him where the part is.
He tells me he put this part on the table.
Its not there.
We look under the table. All three of us are crawling on the floor and looking.
Then, the guy who the computer belongs to looks at his trash can.
Its full of this horrible, nauseating, disgusting trash, half-rotten banana-peels, this stuff.
So I look him in the eye, and I say Well, Sir, youd have to take out every trash it and check it out one-by-one.
So we got out of the room and I watched a Combat Engineer of a Captains rank dig through this horrible trash like a hobo. Of course, I didnt touch it.
After losing this part, the Lazy Bastard was deemed unsuitable for work next to computers and tossed to the exact position he wanted.
He, of course, did it intentionally.
This was the daily experience of life in the military, and I dont think it was very educational for young men and women there.