What prompted the question? I spoke to a friend on the weekend and he said his kids were asking him about conscription. Is there an algorithm pulling agency out there normalising the idea?Hypothetically speaking, if conscription was real and people over 18 (if they were physcially and mentally able) had to sign up for a certain amount of time to fight in a war against say Russia, would you?
If yes, why? If no, why?
What prompted the question? I spoke to a friend on the weekend and he said his kids were asking him about conscription. Is there an algorithm pulling agency out there normalising the idea?
Cant imagine me being persuaded that I need to kill any time soon.
It's just lobbying for more funding or probably more accurately, smaller reductions in funding.Recent random news headline from an ex-colonel saying the UK may need to introduce conscription in the event of war with Russia.
I think it was more him complaining about the current state of the military than genuinely believing we needed it.
So the front cover of The S*n with a Kitchener mock up " YoR CunTry NeeDs YoO" wouldn't stir the loins to charge down to the local recruitment office and join the lengthy queues of footy lads, flag shaggers and monument protectors?100% no
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I’m a little worried, in this day and age, that anyone would believe and trust a government enough to want to fight for them
I was in the Cubs - paratroop regimentYou don't fight for the country. When you sign the dotted line you swear allegiance to the King or Queen. You fight for them. If you don't swear allegiance to the King or Queen you are not allowed to join the forces.
By the way, it's not that long ago that Cubs and Brownies had to swear allegiance to the queen.
I would have absolutely worn myself out by yanking the head off it with one hand whilst furiously saluting my daily mail portrait of the king with the other if I happened to glance upon such a headline.So the front cover of The S*n with a Kitchener mock up " YoR CunTry NeeDs YoO" wouldn't stir the loins to charge down to the local recruitment office and join the lengthy queues of footy lads, flag shaggers and monument protectors?
Nah, me neither.