When I joined...
At South Weymouth the Navy and Marines had different techniques.
If you wanted to fly Navy, they took you up in a base T-34 and showed you some maneuvers, some navigation, some radio chat. After you landed, if you were still interested, you went to the first step in applying for AOCS.
If you wanted to fly Marines, you first had to stop at the galley for an official First Flight Lunch of taccos with hot sauce and a grape soda. Then you wwnt up with a Marine in a T-34 who did about 30 minutes of Extreme Maneuvers, during which you puked your guts out. After landing, you were required to clean-out the interior of the aircraft while everyone laughed at you. If you were still interested after that, they'd talk to you about it.
Different styles for different services. I had some Marine pilots during NFO training and they were generally not in good moods, having just left flying F-$s in the fleet to fiund themselves flying students in a UC-45J "Bamboo Bomber." On one flight the Marine screamed at me the entire time and kept hitting me in the face with his clipboard. When we landed my face was all red and swollen-up and one eye was partially swollen shut. I staggered back to the Q for a "quick nap." Twelve hours later I woke up, still face down on the bed and still in my uniform and 20 minutes late for that morning's flight briefing. I raced down to the flight line and had to endure the instructor's extreme displeasure with my appearance and tardiness.
You picks your service and you takes your chances.