My late husband was a British officer. You never met a tougher wee jock bastard. He did two tours in Basrah, and then went off to Afghanistan. Before that he was in other places, always where there was fighting, and had the scars to show for it.
When his men ran half-marathons in the desert heat, he ran with them... AND HE FINISHED. He wasn't the last one over the finish line either. He went through the forces' toughest training. (From this you may be able to guess what his regiment was.)
He missed every important occasion in our lives, from the kids' graduations, to Christmases, to anniversaries. The only reason he was at our wedding was because he had to be.
I would trade a decade of my life if it meant that I could spend one more year with him. He was the best of men, and we are proud of him. He was proud of the forces.
Poofters?.
Why?. Because some have ‘posh’ upper class or very middle class accents?.
You HAVE had limited dealings with British officers, as just as many are from solid, non poofy, non effete middle class and even working class backgrounds.
You go the politicians correct though.....lol