The Prince Stands Tall

Ah, behold Prince William in uniform, chiseled chin held high under ceremonial sunlight, a speech polished like his medals, echoing across parade grounds as cameras hum like obedient bees. “Duty, honor, courage,” he proclaims, as if reading from an antique scroll dusted off for dramatic effect. Crowds swoon. Generals nod. Newspapers burst into patriotic confetti. And somewhere, in mahogany offices, other leaders lean forward— inspired, invigorated, tugging at their tailored lapels, murmuring, “Yes, yes, it’s time I put on a uniform too.” What a pageant! Suitors of war now march with princely conviction, banners of legacy fluttering in the breeze of manufactured glory. Recruitment numbers spike, missile budgets blossom, and drones, oh so dutiful, take flight with newfound moral purpose. Peace? A quaint notion— better saved for museum plaques and children's books. The Prince has spoken. The machinery whirs louder, oiled by rhetoric, driven by legacy, and crowned by applause.