A War is No Playground.
Stan Says: The duty of a British Soldier is ‘To kill the queen’s enemies’.
It’s not to have some sort of beauty contest with how many BAME – Disabled & Bi- sexual, Trans men and women it can have in its ranks.
We want our Armed Forces to ‘BE THE BEST,’ Win wars and conflicts and in order to do that you need the best person for the job.
The last major conflict Britain won was in 1982. Nearly forty years ago. Take a look at the photos of that conflict – exclusively men and I mean that in the hardest sense of the word.
The Ministry of Defence along with the Chiefs of the Defence Staff appear to have decided ‘winning’ is only part of a range of options available!
Let’s get back to what the job entails shall we – killing the Queen’s enemies’ and winning.
The defence secretary to meet Army chiefs over culture concerns.
Move him into the sun–
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it awoke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds–
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs so dear-achieved, are sides
Full-nerved,–still warm,–too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
–O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth’s sleep at all?