DownwardDog
Riding a Brompton with a power meter.
These kids did not make the decision to go there and they do not get to decide when to come home.
Anybody who took the Queen's Shilling in the last five years must have had inkling that they were almost certainly going for a long walk in the Hindu Kush at some stage. Even the thickest squaddie must have realised they weren't just signing on for furtive wanking in Catterick Barracks and putting sheep shit in your mate's dinner while on exercise on Salisbury Plain.