In 1945, my grandfather was due for being drafted into the Wehrmacht as part of one last, „glorious“ attempt to defend Germany against the Allies. All men his age, he was 17 at that time, got recruited into the Wehrmacht with soldiers roaming the streets and forcibly recruiting them.
Grandpa hid himself in the fucking basement for several months to not get drafted. Because he did not want to get killed by the decisions of some braindead fascist maniacs. He risked his life doing so, survived, and lived a fulfilled life afterwards, helping to rebuild then-destroyed Germany.
Mr. Washing Machine had a similar choice. He decided to help attack another country and got gored in the process, having a washing machine drum over his head. Fuck that guy.