Dhe messies are right: you can still make good use of the oldest junk at some point. This is now also true in the case of the Strela rockets from GDR times, which our government is sending to the Ukrainians as a sign of solidarity. The MiGs, which also originally wore hammer and compass, would have cost us too much sympathy in Moscow. On the other hand, helping the Ukrainians with the less conspicuous Fliegerfaust saves us a lot of money.
At some point we would have had to dispose of the vest pocket rockets, which our soldiers were only allowed to handle in protective suits because of the mold infestation, as hazardous waste. As oblivious to the environment as it was in the First Cold War, when superimposed signal ammunition was simply fired – the author was allowed to take part in such fireworks as a conscript – this is no longer possible in Germany. Until recently, fine dust was an even worse enemy than Putin.
Veterans who were limp in their walkers
The latter has now even got on bad terms with the environmentalists, because after all, war is not only a crime against humanity, but also the greatest outrage against nature. With the attack on the Zaporizhia nuclear power plant, Putin even mobilized the veterans of the anti-nuclear movement, who had been rather limp in their walkers since their epochal victory over the civilian use of nuclear power. But Putin’s campaign reminded them that there are still plenty of nuclear reactors beyond Germany’s borders that are worth fighting, if not necessarily in the way the Russians are doing. He even cut the lines in the Chernobyl sarcophagus. Nothing is sacred to Putin.
Everywhere plowshares are being forged into swords
He seems to have supernatural powers himself. Isn’t it incredible how quickly he managed to bring public opinion into line with us? Plowshares are now being forged into swords everywhere. There is hardly a pacifist left who thinks we should now turn the other cheek, that is, offer Putin Poland, Latvia or at least Saxony. Not once since the beginning of the war have we heard the peace movement’s old battle cry “Rather red than dead!”. That can’t just be because so little rhymes with Putin. If necessary, it would also be possible to say “Rather Putin than Xi Jinping!”.
Dear people who have stood on the other side of the barricade for all these years: It’s no longer fun like that! We hawks that have turned gray have never demanded unconditional surrender from you deaf and blind people. But of course we should have reckoned with the fact that your bastard wouldn’t even be able to pull off an orderly retreat if the Russian got serious. Yes, you just didn’t learn that as a civil servant in a nursing home!
Does the Kalashnikov go with the #outfitoftheday?
Even colleagues from Die Anstalt are suddenly talking about NATO as if they had had a Damascus experience in Kharkiv. In view of the new mainstream militarism, we expect every hour that courses in basic soldier training will be offered in adult education centres. (As far as we remember, disassembling an assault rifle can have something contemplative about it.) Influencers will soon be grumbling about what goes better with the #outfitoftheday, the G 36 or the Kalashnikov.
Hundreds of young Germans are said to have already moved to the Ukraine to fight there as war volunteers. Such idealism has not existed since Langemarck. Is the Reconciliation Campaign now taking on a new meaning, since we derive different obligations from our past than before? In the end, will Prussia shine through everywhere again? Isn’t the city palace just a facade after all? We already suspected that the tinfoil hat was just an intermediate stage in the spiked helmet’s return to our heads. And if you get old anti-aircraft missiles flying again, you can quickly copy the V2. By the way, we got the Ukrainians into trouble with the moldy warheads: the Russians immediately complained about biological weapons.