I work for a very big humanitarian organisation that has projects in 60 of the worlds poorest countries. We fight injustice and evil at every opportunity, providing a service to the poor that would otherwise be denied the sad little f*ckers. In short, we want the world to sing in perfect harmony; we want everyone to have equality, security and freedom from disease disability and bombs and mines and persecution et al. A world where everyone can wear corduroy, live green, hug trees and eat korma fantastic. And I proudly play my part in this organisation; yet something doesnt feel quite right! Its that deep buried squaddie in my soul you see! I go to meetings and discuss all sorts of issues with my fellow co-workers who are intellectual giants in comparison to me and after a while the mind wanders; yes, darling, you would look lovely naked and squirming under my lardy body; hmmmm, look at those huge t!tties squeezed into that too tight sweater; cold is it love? Sure are indicating! A huge list of mind boggling indiscreet thoughts occupy my mind at work. Is it just me or are squaddies not really cut out for normal life after service? Are we not really fit to be released back into the community? Should resettlement include compulsory training in how to be a fit member of society?