Parlour

Today, the Bundeswehr and I agreed that I would be a lousy soldier. Now we both can happily go on and see us never again for the rest of time.

I’m obviously pretty happy about that. But the big problem remains. It may have worked out well for me (because the Bundeswehr and I are talking in perfect harmony or something like that), but not for many others. Where is the justice in me, losing no time at all, but others losing many months? They are the ones with perfect health, not I. I should be enslaved because I’m in such bad condition, not they. (Yeah, ok, I know. The Bundeswehr is no bootcamp for unathletic people.)

I don’t even think that this whole Wehrpflicht thing is completly idiotic. It wouldn’t be wrong if it would be abolished, but an alternative would be to make this social stuff thing a duty for everyone, and the ones who want (or the ones who the Bundeswehr wants) can go to the Bundeswehr.

I mean, I’m not all that lazy, and in the end I would be ready to accept being a Zivi (=Zivildienstleistender, you know, the one who does this social stuff). That would at least be fair.