Join the British Killing Squad!
You join the military, you obey orders, you learn to shoot, bomb, kill, you enjoy it, you shoot, it feels good, you kill, you laugh, you murder, you joke, you bomb a school, a hospital, a village, it’s fun, your friends die, your legs get blown off.
You cry, you’re sent home, you’re depressed, traumatised, mentally ill, disabled, you’re given painkillers, anti-depressants, counselling, it doesn’t help, you drink, you binge, you kill yourself.
Live a life limited by those you submit to. Join the British Killing Squad. Because it’s more than just a job.
It’s a badly paid job where you’ll spend months without seeing your family or getting laid or going out and having fun. You’ll be told what to wear, what to look like, how to act, what to eat, when to sleep, where to go, what to do.
You’ll have no rights, no freedom, no future. You’ll be sent to occupy foreign countries that don’t want you there by politicians who don’t care.
You’ll be sent into dangerous situations without adequate protection and bad equipment. You’ll walk across minefields, carrying a rucksack half your weight in temperatures hotter than you’ve ever experienced. You won’t have a choice.
But it is your choice to join. To sacrifice your life to help boost a politician’s ego, an arms manufacturer’s profits and an oil magnate’s vintage car collection.
So why are you waiting? It’s not as if the government is providing you with any non-murderous jobs to apply for.