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Decorations enroll for the next war
They have taken their uniforms out of the wardrobe and put their service medals on. Full of pride they roll along in the first row of the military parade in their wheelchairs to celebrate. They would really love to jump up and march along in step like anyone with strammen pace Only that doesn`t work any more. Since someone shot them in the backside they`ve been wheelchair-bound. Yest their will to fight hasn`t suffered from the wounds and if they had a choice they would all do exactly as before and volunteer for national service. They tell the children of their heroic atciont snd of the foreign lands they fought in. They show everyone their medals and gold Abzeichen, without saying, how many men were killed for these bits of metal. They feel sympathy and mourning only for those who wore the same uniform and they have counted only their own dead … if even those. That they have done something wrong in life does not occur to them. Even after being a couple of centimetres from death, they are still ready to allow the powerful of their country to kick them in the ass. There are lots of other unteachables on the side of the street, waving their flags and cheering on the next war. They are not at all conscious that the march to war is really beginning here and now, although the next opponent has yet to be chosen.