Rudyard Kipling captured the essence of our uneasy relationship with the military more than 100 years ago: “Oh, it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ ‘Tommy, wait outside.’ But it’s ‘Special train for Atkins’ when the trooper’s on the tide.”
We’re more than happy to send our soldiers to the front lines when war threatens our lives or our interests. But when peace breaks out, we’d prefer them to be invisible and quiet.
And it never seems to change.
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