Anytime the issue of Pilot Training timeline comes up, this rebuttal always is presented. And nearly word-for-word. However, posting it 61 minutes after an 0408 posting of mine has got to be a new speed record.
I put out a fairly long rebuttal to this issue a few years ago. If I could find it, I'd just cut and paste it. But I can't, so I'll type more words about 52 week UPT.
I'll preface with what some of you already know: my first choice was to go Naval Aviation, but I was denied a pilot slot. The AF offered me an opportunity, and I ran with it. I've not nothing but love for Naval Aviation, and even pursued a Navy exchange during my career.
I was an AFROTC guy from The University of Texas. While the college "experience" was ok, I had no real desire to be near the world of Academia. All I wanted was for them to hand me the piece of paper that said I had a Bachelor's Degree so that the military would commission me and I could go to UPT.
When I got to UPT, I was 22 years, 2 months. It was clear to me from Day 1 that this was a program where you would be treated like an adult. Early show times... be there. Long hours... expect it. If you don't hack it, you're gone. Out of 63 in my UPT class, 42 got Winged. It was brutal, especially the first 6 months.
All I wanted was to be immersed in the military pilot culture, and learn everything I could about being a military pilot and officer. I learned that in the Flight Room, around seasoned instructors, at the O'Club on Friday nights, and by doing things with portions of my UPT class, often during mandatory formations.
I didn't go to UPT to go hang out at the lake. I didn't go to UPT to take a week off and tour Big Bend and West Texas. I went to UPT to fulfill a dream I had from a much younger age. I wanted to get my Wings in 52 weeks... and then I wanted to get to my follow-on assignment, learn my new aircraft, and become part of US Air Power. I didn't need my dream and future to drag on for a few more years. I wanted it now. The time for partying took place in Austin. I was ready to work. And I studied on the flightline, around my classmates. When we had a question, we had immediate access to all sorts of expertise. Not to mention, being "on the flightline" was... and is to this day... my favorite place on Earth.
You had an interesting quote "...didn’t have to be at work for 8 hours a day Every. Single. Weekday.". During college, I was a co-op for IBM on the Space Shuttle project in Houston. I worked 8 hours days there too. Every. Single. Weekday. In fact, most civilians I knew back then worked that sort of schedule. If anyone considers an 8-hour work day "a haze", then I really don't know what to say.
Coming from a non-military family (dad did 2 years in the Navy on a sub, though), it was all new to me and I soaked it up. Treated like an adult? You bet I was. Twenty-one years old and flying a supersonic jet solo, in a four ship was bad ass. Getting disciplined (deservedly) for shit I shouldn't have done was also part of growing up and being treated like an adult.
So, yeah... for me, slogging through almost 3 years to get my Wings isn't my personal idea of ideal. I wanted intense, efficient training so that I could get out "on the frontlines" of the AF and tell the commies to fuck off.
Epilogue: the AF had a different plan, and my first "frontline assignment" was teaching new UPT students how to do loops and stalls over the Mexican border for the next 3 years. As it turns out, I got pretty good at loops. So I got that going for me... which is nice.