Evidently one of the captives was "broken" by the Iranians flicking his neck and calling him Mr Bean.
Oh, and he cried because they took his i-pod. HIS FUCKING I-POD?????
Now, I've never been in the services, I enjoy drink, drugs, staying in bed all day, and telling authority figures to fuck off, though I would jump at the chance to use a big F.O gun so I could pick off villagers, erm, I mean "insurgents" from a long long way off in relative safety, so I doubt they would accept my application.
I do, however, respect those who DO go and sign up, though I think some of them need to have it drummed into them that they may possibly be coming home in a bag, that it's not all helping dig wells and smiling children, and that their job boils down to one thing - being better at killing the enemy than they are at killing us. So with that in mind, why the fuck would they want to take an i-pod out when they are out on patrol, in a potentially hot zone??? I think some serious arses need kicking in the M.O.D, and the Royal Navy.
This is what happens when you send boys (and girls) to do a man's job.
Incidentally, they are no longer trained to just give name,rank and serial number - they are advised to co-operate, or be passively compliant, if they can do so without "compromising" their comrades/mission/country.
Of course, as any torturer/interrogator/intelligence expert will tell you, any titbit of info other than the Name/Rank/Serial may be useful to the enemy, may help break down another person if it is dropped into an interrogation. What seems innocent enough to you might be the final straw to a SAS man being seriously put through the mill in another cell.
So once again, it comes down to the powers that be turning the armed forces, in the UK at least, into a poncy "career option". They try to tell you it is all jolly exciting and you learn real skills, trades, but neglect to mention the possibility you are cannon fodder, and might be scraping your mate's brains off your face when you are hiding in a fox-hole somewhere in a puddle of your own shit and piss.
In the good old days, you just had numbskull aggressive squaddies who joined up because they weren't really fit to do anything else, had no ambition and were pretty thick. Not really the nicest people to bump into in Aldershot on Friday night when the pubs shut. They did, however, selflessly put themselves at risk in War Zones without question or comment, killed Johnny Foreigner admirably and preserved our way of life, ensuring I was free to laze around all day in comfort. For that I thank them.
I don't thank the politicians for using the Forces as a cheap alternative to proper apprenticeships, and then wondering why when the kiddies get caught in a tight spot, they cave in and behave like 6th formers on a school trip.
Oh, and he cried because they took his i-pod. HIS FUCKING I-POD?????
Now, I've never been in the services, I enjoy drink, drugs, staying in bed all day, and telling authority figures to fuck off, though I would jump at the chance to use a big F.O gun so I could pick off villagers, erm, I mean "insurgents" from a long long way off in relative safety, so I doubt they would accept my application.
I do, however, respect those who DO go and sign up, though I think some of them need to have it drummed into them that they may possibly be coming home in a bag, that it's not all helping dig wells and smiling children, and that their job boils down to one thing - being better at killing the enemy than they are at killing us. So with that in mind, why the fuck would they want to take an i-pod out when they are out on patrol, in a potentially hot zone??? I think some serious arses need kicking in the M.O.D, and the Royal Navy.
This is what happens when you send boys (and girls) to do a man's job.
Incidentally, they are no longer trained to just give name,rank and serial number - they are advised to co-operate, or be passively compliant, if they can do so without "compromising" their comrades/mission/country.
Of course, as any torturer/interrogator/intelligence expert will tell you, any titbit of info other than the Name/Rank/Serial may be useful to the enemy, may help break down another person if it is dropped into an interrogation. What seems innocent enough to you might be the final straw to a SAS man being seriously put through the mill in another cell.
So once again, it comes down to the powers that be turning the armed forces, in the UK at least, into a poncy "career option". They try to tell you it is all jolly exciting and you learn real skills, trades, but neglect to mention the possibility you are cannon fodder, and might be scraping your mate's brains off your face when you are hiding in a fox-hole somewhere in a puddle of your own shit and piss.
In the good old days, you just had numbskull aggressive squaddies who joined up because they weren't really fit to do anything else, had no ambition and were pretty thick. Not really the nicest people to bump into in Aldershot on Friday night when the pubs shut. They did, however, selflessly put themselves at risk in War Zones without question or comment, killed Johnny Foreigner admirably and preserved our way of life, ensuring I was free to laze around all day in comfort. For that I thank them.
I don't thank the politicians for using the Forces as a cheap alternative to proper apprenticeships, and then wondering why when the kiddies get caught in a tight spot, they cave in and behave like 6th formers on a school trip.
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