Hello everyone out there in front of your screens, your smartphones, your devices that know you better than your parents and treat you more honestly than your government. This is a message to German youth. Or at least to that part of you that hasn't completely evaporated into TikTok comment sections.
If you listen to the older generations, you're all lazy, cheeky, and completely brain-dead. A generation of emotionally unstable screen addicts who don't even know how to change a lightbulb anymore, but are always ready to save the world as long as the Wi-Fi stays stable. And you know what? That makes you suspiciously likeable. Because nothing frightens those in power more than a generation they can't control. Or worse: a generation they don't take seriously.
Because here's the uncomfortable truth no one tells you: You don't matter to politicians. Not symbolically. Not metaphorically. But statistically. Your votes don't decide elections. Your opinions don't determine budgets. Your future doesn't determine priorities. Political reality isn't shaped by you, but by a demographic cohort whose average heart rate barely rises above room temperature. People who decide your future while their own are already fading in the rearview mirror.
And now, suddenly, you're interesting again. Not because of your ideas. Not because of your potential. But because of your availability.
Military service is making a comeback. Not as compulsory service, of course. No, that would be too honest. Instead, it's being marketed as a "meaningful activity." A kind of spiritual upgrade in camouflage. An opportunity to find yourself while simultaneously learning how to destroy things other people call home. The language is carefully chosen. It's not about war. It's about responsibility. Not about obedience, but about service. Not about sacrifice, but about meaning. Meaning is an amazingly flexible word. It can mean almost anything if you're desperate enough to convince someone.
I served in the German army. I experienced what this "purpose" looks like. It reeks of cold coffee, wet boots, and the existential realization that you're replaceable. It consists of waiting. Of giving orders. Of systematically reducing your individuality to a serial number with a pulse. It's not a calling. It's administration in uniform. Meanwhile, the EU Commission declares that environmental regulations for arms companies impair defense capabilities. So your future is important. Just not more important than the efficiency of its destruction. Your forests can burn, but please don't slow down the arms industry's production chains.
At the same time, you're told you should give something back to society. A society that has left you with rising rents, precarious jobs, and a future full of uncertainty. A society that tells you you have to make sacrifices while it isn't even willing to examine its own privileges. They offer you incentives. Money. Driver's licenses. Free train rides in uniform. As if a free train ticket justifies the prospect of becoming part of a system that only values you if you're willing to sacrifice yourself. It's a bad deal.
And perhaps the most honest thing anyone can say to you is this: You are not obligated to save a system that never saved you. If service is such a noble duty, then it should be distributed fairly. Why not conscription for the heirs? For the children of those who benefit from stability without ever experiencing its fragility? Why not send those to the front lines whose lives are defined not by insecurity, but by dividends?
But that won't happen. Because war has always been the last refuge of those who never have to participate in it. And that's precisely why she's suddenly interested in you.
Not because of who you are. But because of what you can do for them…
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