Insty66.
Glad I amused you. If you want thread creep, we can talk about the F1 Grand Prix. It's all perception really.
You join a fighting unit to (potentially) fight. If you end up fighting you may (potentially) die.
If you choose to grow a straggly hippy beard and hang around offices waving placards when you have no chance of gainful employment in that building - then I say: the best of British luck to you.
Chuck another box of tea into the harbour, why don't you, 'cause we don't care.
Young men and women are dying to guarantee (bet you couldn't spell that) you're right to spout of.
Bet this post lasts as long as the last one.