Under 60s men

This time last week I might have answered this very differently. At that point I was the youngest spriteliest person in an old folks home I thought I'd never get out of, that I'd been in for a year. 3pm on Monday afternoon I was told I was leaving, 11am next day I stood bewildered but relieved in a North London box room that is my new temporary home. Settling in has been interesting, particularly made more so by some young scamp giving me a hearty shove in the back on my first night out, while doing up my zip at the top of a flight of stairs! My face and the back of my hands are a particular sight to behold, but at least do detract from the fact I've not had my haircut for over a year and resemble the lead singer of a bad German Heavy Metal band from the 80's! That said Friday morning I woke with a spring in my step that I'd not had for some time and happily walked off for a "routine" Hospital appointment at the North Mids! As I kind of knew a lot of medical emails addressed to me, never got to me and it took a while for what was happening to sink in properly, long and short of it is, there's something wrong with my blood and has been for a while, something I didn't know because of all the missed appointments I never knew about! So now I've got to wait 8 weeks, in my little box room to find out what the results are from all that blood they took out of me. So, am I caring about this? No, not really.
 
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This time last week I might have answered this very differently. At that point I was the youngest spriteliest person in an old folks home I thought I'd never get out of, that I'd been in for a year. 3pm on Monday afternoon I was told I was leaving, 11am next day I stood bewildered but relieved in a North London box room that is my new temporary home. Settling in has been interesting, particularly made more so by some young scamp giving me a hearty shove in the back on my first night out, while doing up my zip at the top of a flight of stairs! My face and the back of my hands are a particular sight to behold, but at least do detract from the fact I've not had my haircut for over a year and resemble the lead singer of a bad German Heavy Metal band from the 80's! That said Friday morning I woke with a spring in my step that I'd not had for some time and happily walked off for a "routine" Hospital appointment at the North Mids! As I kind of knew a lot of medical emails addressed to me, never got to me and it took a while for what was happening to sink in properly, long and short of it is, there's something wrong with my blood and has been for a while, something I didn't know because of all the missed appointments I never knew about! So now I've got to wait 8 weeks, in my little box room. So, am I caring about this? No, not really.
Sorry to hear that SWB, not great deal I can say except to wish you well and hope you get through whatever the future holds.
 
I said on another thread, I am in my 60's, unfit, would crap myself, but yes I would fight. What this has to do with Boris Johnson is beyond me.

This is a country that has educated me and my family, looked after our health fantastically well, I have never thought I could not say what I want when I want.
 
Just seen on Facebook ques around the corner of 'fighting age' males been issued weapons in the Ukraine.

So the call to arms is working. I actually thought it was a molotov cocktail and anything you can find affair. Yet that are actually being armed. That's every bit as scary with absolutely no training.
 
I have no idea. When I saw the first pictures of the ordinary people of Ukraine I thought quite hard about it and concluded 'If I was them I probably would leave, get me and the family out of harms way as much as I could, build a life in another country.'

But I'm not them, Ukraine is not my country, so it is really difficult having the right perspective. If it was here, I think I would do what I could, which might mean picking up a weapon, but I reckon I would be no hero, just spending most of my time taking cover, avoiding anywhere that might attract shelling and maybe taking sneaky pot shots while the enemy weren't looking. Mostly I expect I would just do my best to stop anyone dying.
 
If I lived in the Ukraine then yes of course I would defend my country and I'd do the same if a foreign country invaded the British mainland.

To be honest I'd probably strap explosives to myself and detonate them if it helped to stop foreign invaders.

This isn't about a pointless war, this about protecting freedoms for your children and grandchildren if you are Ukrainian.
 
Just seen on Facebook ques around the corner of 'fighting age' males been issued weapons in the Ukraine.

So the call to arms is working. I actually thought it was a molotov cocktail and anything you can find affair. Yet that are actually being armed. That's every bit as scary with absolutely no training.
Needs must...aim at a Russian and squeeze the trigger.
 
No training?
Clag the magazine on. Make sure it's secure. c0ck the weapon, point, squeeze.

Dangerously simple.


Stoppages? Well thats another thing.
 
It's not going to happen for us

3) no one has successfully invaded Britain since 1066 ?
Phew, I'm terrible at paintball & doubt I'd be any better when actually being shot at.

3) There's been loads but if you don't count the German occupation of the Channel Islands in WWII the last one was in 1688 when William & Mary came over from Holland & forced James II to flee the country.
 
Genuine question for those in the armed forces....
Did you originally join with a real desire to protect your country or was it a career choice?
Just something I've always wondered.
I personally could never see myself being a professional soldier, but then again I don't think many before 1939 could either. But like them I'd like to think I'd step up to the plate if circumstances demanded it.
 
Genuine question for those in the armed forces....
Did you originally join with a real desire to protect your country or was it a career choice?
Just something I've always wondered.
I personally could never see myself being a professional soldier, but then again I don't think many before 1939 could either. But like them I'd like to think I'd step up to the plate if circumstances demanded it.
For me I wanted to do it since I was very young, it was always my dream as a kid. You want to defend your country and families and this type of war in the Ukraine I think would be that kind of war. Very different to afghan and Iraq.
 
The beauty of the AK47 is spray and pray, not the most accurate of weapons but does the trick, as long as it's pointed in the right direction.
 
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