According to the ever reliable British press Harry Saxa Coburg Hewitt is right "pissed off" to be home after his 10 week long photo opp in Afghanistan. Apparently he misses the arid climate and the chance that he might actually get to shoot, maim, and torture, muslims. In doing so he becomes the first soldier ever to miss the front and proves conclusively to anyone left in the UK with independent thought just how divorced from reality the swastika sporting rare bird marksman is. I cannot imagine that in the history of warfare there has ever been another soldier who has been perturbed to finally get back home. How warped a vision of reality Harry must have that his sense of normalcy vibrates more keenly with his pals at the front than anywhere back in good old Blighty. Any sympathy I may have with Harry stops there however. If he really wanted to be a normal bloke and serve his country he could refuse to take one more penny from the civil list, pay backdated tax on the considerable sum he inherited from his grandmother, abdicate from the responsibility to ever be in line for the throne, and work in a care home taking care of the elderly for little more than the minimum wage. If he did that he would have my respect. I may even think of him as a hero.
And now to the tenuous football link. Harry's proclamations that he is "pissed off" to be coming home are the equivalent of Gary Megson, Roy Hodgson, or Kevin Keegan suddenly announcing "we are looking forward to playing in the Championship next year." A bit. Told you it was tenuous. My spleen though is well and truly vented. At least until the next time I chance to read the royal reporting tabloids.
Oh, one last thing- anyone out there better sourced than me in such things know if there is any truth to the Jenas bisexual porn clinch rumour? Apparently he's been doing an Ashley Cole.
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ah nonsense, there were plenty of people who preferred life at the front (as loosely defined) in all sorts of wars. You want to read Ernst Junger on this. (Well, you might not, but the option is always there). The actual business of fighting, the fear and horror element, is only a very very small proportion of being involved in a war. Granted, a lot of the rest of the time might be boring, but plenty of soldiers have recounted that they largely enjoyed the front-line non-combat parts of their service, and not a few get off on the fighting and the killing aspects too (see Joanna Bourke, An Intimate History of Killing).
(sorry about the reading list, I used to teach a class on this topic)
I've never read anyhting specific on this. Shall look at it.
I have read a bit about the pressures on the ego as it is assimulated into a miltary unit but not really condidered the reverse. I guess some people get off on it. How else would you explain so many career soldiers.
I shall endeavour to make my anti-elitist propaganda more accurate next time.
Nice to see you here Spangly Princess (if that is your real name). And I shall read those suggested books, some time.
Spangly Princess is written on my passport, honest. To be honest it is a bit non-ideal now my blog is mainly football orientated, and as I grow older becomes increasingly undignified... but I've been using it as my online name for so long now I am reluctant to change. Even my family call me Spangles, at times. (they're a bit odd).
as for anti-elitist propaganda: I generally feel that more effort ought to be spent slagging off the royal family, so yeah, go for it.
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