Looking at a small Turkish navy vessel anchored out in the bay I find myself wondering how they keep themselves motivated. Small boat, baking heat, no one to fight.
During this holiday I met a British serviceman who had served in Afghanistan and Iraq and was now working in the British embassy in Ankara. We chatted about the British army, it’s culture and traditions.
I wondered what culture and traditions held the Turkish navy together and how they maintained them.
Following on from my previous post about dogma, and the earlier one about our need for meaning, this made me wonder about how much tradition, how much structure, how much shared culture is needed to stop things falling apart – and how much tips you into dogma.
Maybe, as with so many things, it is a question of intent – and how shared that intent is?