Human Rights for Soldiers - and Vegetables?

The moral cowardice of those who lead us has at long last been fully exposed by the High Court in a judgement that, effectively, has awarded enforceable human rights to the brave men and women in our armed forces when out on operations.
This comes after years of outrage from Coroner's Courts and the general public at the unnessary deaths and injuries resulting to our armed forces because they lack suitable equipment due to years of disgraceful penny-pinching by - yes, you've guessed it - Gordon the Moron.
But Des 'Desrez' Brown (the lesser-spotted Brown in our Government, not thought to be related to Gordon the Moron, except in their propensity for cynical idiocy), who is our not-so-highly esteemed Secretary of State for Defence, has announced the Government will appeal.
So now we have the unappealing prospect of our own Government, which is supposed to look after our interests, campaigning to deny human rights to our own servicemen and women when out on the battlefield.
These same men and women are the sons and daughters of this little country of ours - whose interests the Government claims to be protecting.
So how come these brave men and women, who are prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice for their country, are treated so shabbily by Gordon the Moron and his Assistants in Idiocy?
'What on earth is going through their tiny little minds?' asked Nosher, as he settled into his old deckchair in the warm afternoon sun.
'Money' I replied, as I accepted the proffered wine glass and watched it being filled with parsnip wine. 'This is an exercise in cynical expedience - the bean-counters think it would cost far too much to protect the human rights of servicemen and women, so our rulers have always treated our armed forces badly when it comes to looking after them properly.'
We sat in silence for a while and watched a beautiful Great Spotted Woodpecker feeding off a fat ball Nosher had hung from the nearby willow tree. When the bird had taken his fill and flown off with a fat belly, Nosher remarked:
'I suppose their justification is that when someone signs up they are voluntarily giving up any right to being treated properly, and must rely on the goodwill shown by those who have power over them - which can evaporate very quickly as soon as money is involved.'
'We treat the vegetables we plant in our allotments better than the Government treats the servicemen and women who serve this country' I declared 'because we see our vegetables as an investment of our time and effort, and view them as having some intrinsic value, so we look after them properly.'
Nosher nodded in agreement.
'I hadn't looked at it that way before' he said 'but I can see your point.'
'Whereas so far as the Government is concerned' I continued 'servicemen and women appear to be expendable - it all comes down to the relative costs of replacing them with new recruits who will in turn be sent onto the front line to get shot at or blown to pieces, while Gordon the Moron is feasting at some posh state banquet enjoying the fat of the land.'
'And, of course' said Nosher 'once they've signed up they can't complain publicly about the conditions imposed upon them because that would be a breach of military discipline. So it's up to those outside the military to make a fuss. And they're doing a good job, if this legal judgement is anything to go by.'
We watched the Great Spotted Woodpecker return for another feast on the fat ball.
'Let us hope' I said, with a tinge of the pulpit in my voice 'that this Government of morally-underdeveloped idiots will feel shamed into accepting this judgement, and those who put their lives on the line for this country will at last be treated with the care and respect they properly deserve.'
'Hear, hear!' said Nosher as we raised our glasses in a toast to those on the front line.
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