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Wednesday, August 30, 2006

August 30, 2006: Conscription

I was of a conscription age, when the first Gulf war was declared. The news of the '€˜action'€™ broke while I was on holiday up the coast with some mates from High School.

The first thing that leaped into our twenty something male minds, was that there might be the possibility of a general 'call-up'.€™ Just like for Vietnam.

We might be rounded up and sent off to die.

All those young men, full of aggressive energy, who were not very worldly. Who think that going to war is like attending a sporting fixture.

Not quiet like in the Second World War, where we would be off to defend our home lands.

We would be the aggressors, invading someone else'€™s home, to secure oil supplies.

My dad narrowly avoid being sent off to Korea, cause his back was covered in teenage acne.

When G.W. jnr€™ embarked upon this current adventure, I realised I was probably too old to be pressed into the armed forces now, which was a cheery thought.

Unfortunately, I now get to worry about what might happen in my nephew'€™s futures.

I think it'€™s interesting that in the News, there was a story about the Marines having an Involuntary Call-Up.

One wonders if this is the thin edge of the wedge?

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