In Russia, militant fans of punk music walk around with Clashnikovs. Their enemies fight back with Sex Pistols. At the end of the battle there are loud Ramones of pain. And blood is Ozzying from everywhere.
You got promoted from captain to a higher rank? I bet that major day!
Medieval trebuchets were capable of launching at ’em bombs.
Militarization. Now that’s all arming.
What are pigeon dictatorships most susceptible to?
When Kim Jung Un was a kid he would stay up all night with his ballistic missiles. The neighbours always complained he was creating quite a rocket.
To find WMDs in Pyongyang, Trump will look under every nuke and Koreany.
Dogs would get kicked out of the military, for derriere licking off doody.
I deserted from Genghis Khan. I swore I wouldn’t join Mongol Sam’s army.
I was reluctant to command a regiment of stinky aliens, but I’d already been given my Martian odours.