Parlour

Uhm, no. I’ll have to go to the physical examination of the Bundeswehr (at least they have a great Coporate Identity) tommorrow, and if I’m unlucky, meaning healthy enough, I’ll have to become a soldier for nine months in a little more than one year after I finished school (yeah, I know, I’m even somehow lucky, because it’s just nine months and not the 15 my dad had to stay there, and they’ll only take the sportiest). I can also do some social stuff instead (something in a nursing home for example), but that’s no fun either.

Maybe it’s just that I’m so lazy or something, but I think this whole Wehrpflicht thing (conscription in English, I think) has become (or was always?) not very justice. Nowadays the Bundeswehr doesn’t need that many soldiers, and in the end it’s often somehow random if they take you or not. If not you are lucky (or not, if you want to, for example, study at the Bundeswehr), in any other case you are forced to give away a whole lot of time of your life. That’s ok if you want to (or if you think that time isn’t in any way wasted) but the Bundeswehr won’t take you because you want to but because of wether they think you would be a great soldier. And if you think you wouldn’t be a great soldier but they do you are just fucked.

I don’t think I would be a great soldier. I’ll see what they think tomorrow.