I don’t know. I was an infantry Marine; the only time I dealt with females in the Marine Corps was when I was getting audited for life insurance, when there was a glitch in my pay or awards or any other type of administrative bullshit.
While we’re at it though - a safe bet is an oxymoron.
The principle of using same-size weapons and meeting a force with equal or similar force is not about morality, fairness, or the value of human life… it’s about resource conservation.
In the middle of a firefight, medical rules are reversed… you treat the less gravely injured person so they can get back into the fight; your buddy who got shot in the throat can wait - the other buddy with the laceration to the left arm takes precedence.
Don’t worry. Don’t think. Don’t feel. Save all the dysfunctional, maladaptive shit for later. Just react. Breathe. Shoot. Move.