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So here we have yet another mercilessly bleak wartime recruitment poster from that war that we had because that war that we had that was supposed to end all wars really didn’t and what it actually did was set up the preconditions for another, bigger war. Yeah, that war.

Now, when it comes to war, I can see the attraction of a) going off to defend your country, c) being embarrassed by girls, c) impressing the ladies, d) being nagged by greedy women, e) plain old fashioned ignorance, f) getting fired up because the other guys are a bunch of rotters and scoundrels, or even g) have a bit of adventure, see the world, meeting interesting people and killing them in all sorts of interesting ways.

However, when push comes to shove, it’s best not to let me know what I’m really getting myself into before you have my name on the dotted line. Seriously, I’d see this poster and feel sorry for the poor bloke, but c’mon, the dude doesn’t have any hands!

As the kids at the bus stop say, that shit is hardcore.
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Maria Verivaki said…
tasmania and crete separate countries??? they'll have our guts for garters...
5 February 2009 at 17:33
Kris McCracken said…
Kiwi, if Kosovo or East Timor can declare independence, two powerhouses like Crete and Tassie can do it!
6 February 2009 at 08:47
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