In response to Patrick Benham-Crosswell: Tear up the spreadsheets and bring back recruitment officers,
Like many on here I’ve served my country too, but I was lucky enough to do most of it in a time where there was no political correctness. From 1974 to 1997 I served in the Royal Navy, 21 of those years in submarines. Nobody tells you about the not so great pay, or the long hours, or the interminable weeks and months at sea. Nobody tells you that six hours on and six hours off for months is damaging to your health. Nobody tells you about not being able to even wash for weeks on end as was the norm in diesel boats. You are separated from all that you know and love and you do it because, well, someone has to. Service to one’s country is not a job, it’s a vocation. It defines who and what you are.
Hardly surprising then that a cowboy outfit like Crapita couldn’t get all their $h*t in one sock.
Would I join now? Not a chance. It’s become a SJW paradise, a politically correct hellhole, where instead of relying on your shipmates, you’re waiting for them to stab you in the back. Nah, shove it.
Join the Army, fight for your country then (A) spend the rest of your lives waiting to be arrested for war crimes, then when you leave the forces (often disabled), find yourself homeless and reliant on charity; (B) meanwhile those who you recent fought and called Terrorists, Jihadias, Mujahadin, Taliban, Mao Mao, Boco Harem, Isil have arrived in the UK and are housed, fed, financed, educated and cared for by your government, the same government that either wants to lock you up or hopes you will just go away.