Prince Harry is going to Iraq. Some brilliant spinning in the papers this morning about how professional soldier Harry (he's been in the army for less than 18 months most of which he spent at Sandhurst) won the right to fight by threatening to quit unless he saw some action in the Gulf.
What do you reckon - will the 11 troops operating four Scimitar light tanks in his squad love our Harry and follow him to Hell and back? Or will they think he's some posh twat who is so far removed from their daily lives that he thinks nothing of spending £10,000 on one bar bill.
This 22 year old leader of men is in the papers every day pictured falling out of Mayfair night clubs at two in the morning with braying aristos. Not quite a couple of pints with the lads in the NAAFI is it?
Do you think Harry has ever met his men?
Harry’s Private Secretary, Jamie Lowther-Pinkerton, has been in negotiations for weeks trying to keep him away from the front line. What's the bets that Harry's reconnaissance missions in the desert mean travelling round in circles miles away from any insurgency or suicide bombers.
On second thoughts, who wouldn't love a man that guarantees you'll not be getting your legs blown off by some nutter in an old Cortina with a boot full of semtex.
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