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In Being Subject

It's interesting to note that the first half of the Book of Mormon ends with a story of pacifism while the second half of the book is dominated by stories of soldier-saints going to war in the name of God.

Would a latter-day saint be praised or condemned for choosing pacifism in present circumstances? What if there was a draft?

During family home evening last night, each of us took a turn reciting an article of faith of our choice.  For no particular reason, I chose the twelfth article of faith:
12 We believe in being subject to kings, presidents, rulers, and magistrates, in obeying, honoring, and sustaining the law.
For our lesson, Emma had written a play reenacting Daniel's consignment to the lions' den for not obeying the magisterial decree against praying to God.  

Was Daniel right or wrong to do what he did? Clearly, he wasn't subjecting himself to the king.  I shouldn't judge Daniel against the standards of a latter-day pronouncement.  Instead, what if I found myself in a similar situation  now?  What would be the right course of action?
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