Look, my granduncle survived WW2 because of that. (My grandpa tried it, but was sent on the Normandy landing, and suvived by getting off of the boat, dropping his gear in the ocean, swimming instead of standing, then hiding where the fighting was lightest until it was over. Given that he was on Omaha beach, I’m glad he chose to live or I would not be here. Later, Patton would threaten to have grandpa shot. So that’s my claim to fame, I guess. Patton threatened to exicute my grandfather for cowardice in the face of the enemy)
Remember if you ever get drafted. Never fucking volunteer. Never go above and beyond. For any physical activity do as shittily as possible. Get good at missing the target when shooting and pretending to be trying. Get good at sucking. If you’re lucky, they’ll keep you far away from the front lines as you’re clearly a liability to everyone.
It’s better to be beaten by the drill instructor than to be shot at.