HERE we go again - some politically-correct wimp in the Ministry of Defence decides that soldiers are being treated too harshly.
No more route marches, no endurance tests, no reveille.
Guess what? - aerobics instead of P.T.
Imagine a regimental sergeant major playing the piano and the SAS, Paras and Marines prancing around in coloured leotards.
Perhaps a bit of line dancing might come in handy when on peace-keeping missions. Maybe a bit of karaoke would be useful at the Edinburgh Tattoo.
After parades, soldiers could relax in barrack rooms decorated in pastel shades and chintz curtains.
I have heard of the "Gay Gordons," but this is ridiculous.
The song, "Kiss Me Goodnight, Sergeant Major," could become a reality if these MoD Mary Ellens have their way.
M MCHUGH (Mr), Marlowe Crescent, Great Harwood.
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