Find Your Proper Place

The best army in the world (for those who came in late, that would be the British one) continues be short of volunteers, and continues to rely on child soldiers to make up the numbers. Although the Ministry for Wog-Bombing has no particular interest in the social background of its cannon-fodder, the Child Rights International Network has found that nearly thirty per cent of those who enlisted last year were not old enough to vote. Not even the most primitive and ruthless of our allies in the North Atlantic Bear-Baiting Club allows direct enlistment into the US Army at the age of sixteen. The best army in the world times its recruitment campaigns for the announcement of GCSE results and carefully targets the more expendable income brackets with advertisements offering the chance to make friends, play with exciting toys, and by no means be bullied to suicide at a training barracks or maimed for life in the interests of fossil fuel shareholders. Nevertheless, more than half of the army's infantry regiments are at least one-fifth below strength, and in some units the deficit is as much as forty per cent. If we are to fight the beastly Euro-wogs and their collaborators effectively, surely National Service for those who fail the eleven-plus cannot be far away.