The bloke who came to fix our washing machine yesterday turned out to be an ex-squaddie, who had left the army after being blown out of a troop carrier by an IED which killed one of his mates. He was not in the least bit anti-war, though he said Iraq was hell: “You have to watch your back all the time, from everyone, even the Iraqi police”. But he despised the Americans. “Our motto is ‘one shot; one kill.’ Theirs is ‘One magazine: maybe we’ll get someone’.”
He would have rejoiced in the election results, though, and I like to believe that a similar sentiment lay behind this story of another squaddie, a rocket, and his arsehole.
It is also possible, though less likely, that something similar was what George W Bush meant when he talked about the “thoughtful conversations” he had had with Rumsfeld before sacking him. I mean, which one of them could be trusted to put the rocket in the right way round?