It's raining missiles

Considering that I'm practically within spitting distance of North Korea, and there is a healthy bit of animosity held by both sides, I should probably be more worried about what that crazy little man with a small penis complex will do... But I'm not. I'm more worried about a possible war and whether or not S. would be forced into military service. I'm not sure if they do that here, but, after some suggestion, he promised me that he wouldn't join--that is, if he has a choice...