Military types and lounge bar commandoes have been on a roller coaster ride over the past 2 days, rumours about massive army job losses turned out to be true causing much grief and sullenness among those who serve and those who have served. 5,300 heroes are for the bagwash, the mallet, the bullet, if you will pardon the pun. The numbers who will be sent 'down the road' will present problems, unemployment of course will be one, considering that an average 800 a year are dishonourably discharged for drug offences a rise in drug taking would not surprise anyone either. Since the greatest homogeneous group to be found in our prisons and mental hospitals are ex army personnel it would seem reasonable to expect extra strain on these services as well, sobering thoughts indeed.
Where stands the protection of the realm though and how much do these redundancies weaken and damage the safety of our country? 5,300 men trained to kill and obey orders are not easily replaced; do you feel safer without them? Fortunately the stories, pictures and interviews of the past few days can serve to reassure us that we can all sleep safe and sound at night knowing that the 5,300 will not be missed as long as we have Prince Harry. Handsome, valiant, gallant and royal; what a package. Sober or soused he's the man for the job, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound and slaughter 20 fuzzy wuzzies with a rolled up copy of the London Times before getting pissed and going swimming with naked young women. It's a great life in the army! The newspapers are now telling us that he is now a killer; the template of the warrior prince is now complete. What they have not told us though is whether the person or persons he killed were men, women or children or indeed if they were tied up and blindfolded when he carried out his heroic task.
All this and a royal baby on the way, is it any wonder the wee Spiv Salmond threw in his lot with the Queen of Britain?