I... swear by Almighty God that I will be faithful and bear true allegiance to Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth the Second, Her Heirs and Successors, and that I will, as in duty bound, honestly and faithfully defend Her Majesty, Her Heirs and Successors, in Person, Crown and Dignity against all enemies, and will observe and obey all orders of Her Majesty, Her Heirs and Successors, and of the generals and officers set over me. So help me God. This day of all days it seems this will become a contetious issue, I fully remember being sat in a room with a couple of other bods and had just had our Medical ( I was looking forward to a cough and drop as the nurse was fit) but it "wasn't neseccary" apparantly. A card was almost tossed at us and we were told to read it, quietly, as I started I realised what it was the above passage. I had seen the oath ceremony a 1000 times on telly before but this was it, all I could think about was tearing into the nurse. Now I'm not religious nor am I a patriot as such, my reasons for joining were my own but not in the slightest what I could do for my country but where my country could take me to go drinking and shagging. The oath was truly meaningless to me. I would, if asked, happily take up arms with gusto but for my own reasons, not 'cos some non existant deity wants me to nor an outdated medeival anachronism. I can understand how some would see it as an almost physical bond with Queen and Country, just not me. Viva La Republic!