Take note, young Western man. When Zog wants you to fight and die for them, this is the way.
I studiously avoided conscription, which was compulsory back then in Italy, thanks to having lived overseas since I was a small child.
But it was the very principle of the thing I rejected. The idea that some scummy politician (or rather, (((whoever))) runs them) would get to decide where I went and whom I’d supposedly have to kill or be killed by, for reasons and concepts that would at best be completely opaque to me and, in almost every case, something I probably fundamentally had issues with.
I’d sooner take my chances hunting the politicians that start this crap, and even better, their masters. And so should every young European think. Besides, the death penalty has been completely done away with. Worst case if one refuses conscription he gets 3 meals a day in prison. You may have to fend off a few gay Algerians or whatever, but still beats getting your lungs literally ripped out of your throat by a thermobaric bomb-drone that went off a few dozen metres outside the structure you thought you were safe in.
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Take note, young Western man. When Zog wants you to fight and die for them, this is the way.
I studiously avoided conscription, which was compulsory back then in Italy, thanks to having lived overseas since I was a small child.
But it was the very principle of the thing I rejected. The idea that some scummy politician (or rather, (((whoever))) runs them) would get to decide where I went and whom I’d supposedly have to kill or be killed by, for reasons and concepts that would at best be completely opaque to me and, in almost every case, something I probably fundamentally had issues with.
I’d sooner take my chances hunting the politicians that start this crap, and even better, their masters. And so should every young European think. Besides, the death penalty has been completely done away with. Worst case if one refuses conscription he gets 3 meals a day in prison. You may have to fend off a few gay Algerians or whatever, but still beats getting your lungs literally ripped out of your throat by a thermobaric bomb-drone that went off a few dozen metres outside the structure you thought you were safe in.
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