I support this because all those white liberals who acted like war doesn't effect them now get to die in a trench. On the other hand a lot of innocents will get caught up in this too, and the people starting the wars will be fine, so i'm not sure just how far i'm willing to go with that.

Eric Bogle - The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

https://yewtu.be/watch?v=WG48Ftsr3OI

Now, when I was a young man, I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over

Then in 1915, my country said, "Son
It's time you stop rambling, 'cause there's work to be done"
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As the ship pulled away from the quay
And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears
We sailed off for Gallipoli

How well I remember that terrible day
How our blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter

Johnny Turk, he was waiting, he primed himself well
He showered us with bullets and he rained us with shell
And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia

But the band played Waltzing Matilda
When we stopped to bury the slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again 

Now those who were left  did their best to survive
In that mad world of death, blood, and fire
And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive
While the corpses around me piled higher

Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
And when I awoke in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done - well, I wished I was dead
Never knew there was worse things than dying

For I'll go no more waltzing Matilda
To the green bush far and free
For to hang tent and pegs, a man needs both legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me

So they collected the crippled, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla

And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve, to mourn and to pity

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
And they turned all their faces away

And so now every April, I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams of past glory

And the old men march slowly, their bones stiff and sore
The forgotten heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question

But the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But as year follows year, those old men disappear
Someday no one will march there at all

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing matilda
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard 
As you pass by that billabong
You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me.

Dulce et Decorum Est

By Wilfred Owen

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46560/dulce-et-decorum-est

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.```

This is the best summary I could come up with:

It's time to "think the unthinkable" and consider introducing conscription to ready the country for a potential land war, Britain's former top NATO commander has said.

General Sir Richard Sherriff, ex-deputy supreme allied commander of the military organisation, warned that the UK defence budget is not big enough to expand the armed forces alone.

"Britain's armed forces have traditionally and culturally relied on long service volunteer highly professional soldiers with huge experience - and that is really the way we would all want it to go on."

The head of the British Army said UK citizens should be "trained and equipped" to fight in a potential war between NATO and Vladimir Putin's forces.

Major General Charlie Herbert, a military analyst who has served as a senior NATO adviser, said Sir Patrick was trying to "provoke a debate", nationally and within government, about the size of the army and the defence budget.

"There's a 1939 feel to the world right now," senior Tory MP Tobias Ellwood told Sky News on Wednesday, warning conscription was a possibility.

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