The Young Generation of Israel 🌱: A Role Model for the West
They wake up in the morning — if they’ve even slept — pull on uniforms that smell like an abandoned mall, grab a black coffee with no sugar, and head out into hostile territory.
Not in Brooklyn. Not in Paris. Not outside San Francisco’s LGBTQ Museum.
In the South. The North. The Golan. The Gaza Envelope. The front lines. Home.
They are the young generation of Israel — the one everyone loves to mourn, to pity, to dismiss as “just TikTok kids.”
Except while a 20-year-old in the West is having a mental breakdown because someone called him “dude,”
a 20-year-old here is handling an anti-tank missile and commanding a squad.
Maybe it’s time to stop insulting this generation — and start realizing:
they’re the model, not the anomaly.
The Generation of Fighters — Not Keyboard Warriors
While the Western world debates whether the army may address soldiers as “he” or “she,”
Israeli 18-year-olds volunteer for combat before the army even texts them.
They don’t wait for gender-ethics committees to approve their trigger pulls.
They don’t need Brussels’ permission to defend their families.
They just act.
Even when the world screams “war criminals.”
Even when the BBC prefers to interview a terrorist’s mother over the soldier who rescued families from a burning house.
They’re not heroes despite what they were taught.
They’re heroes because of it — love of country, tradition, responsibility, honor.
Values considered social embarrassment in the West are, here, the ticket to life itself.
Why Doesn’t This Generation Break?
Because they can’t afford to.
When rockets fall, they don’t have time to write an emotional post about their anxiety.
They’re either in the shelter with their little sister — or on the fence with a rifle.
When mobs riot in Lod or Acre, they don’t film a Reel — they run to defend.
When the world spits at us, they simply wipe it off and say,
“I’ve got training in the morning.”
They grew up with online shaming — but don’t let shame define them.
They grew up in a post-truth world — yet still know right from wrong.
They grew up amid global hatred of Israel — and decided to love what the courts, academia, and media taught them to despise:
themselves. Their people. Their country.
What the West Sees — and What We See
Los Angeles: a 19-year-old in therapy because he accidentally entered the “wrong” bathroom.
Israel: a 19-year-old commanding a combat unit in Umm al-Fahm.
New York: a young woman triggered by the word Zionist.
Tel Aviv: a young woman rushing to help a mother of three during an air-raid siren.
Oxford: a master’s degree in Queer Oppression Structures in the Portuguese Empire.
Israel: a master’s degree in Coming Home Alive from Rafah.
While the West has become addicted to the victim narrative,
Israel has raised a generation that understands a basic truth:
in life, you’re either the victim — or the protector.
There’s no middle ground.
The Irony That Writes Itself
Sure, you can say plenty about Israel’s young generation:
They’re always on their phones.
They don’t know what This Is Your Life was.
They ask, “Who’s Yossi Sarid?” as if it’s a yogurt brand.
But in the same breath — they’re the ones who drop everything to enlist.
They’re the ones who get injured and return to the field.
They’re the ones building startups by day and running to reserve duty by night.
They’re the ones holding this country together — not the CEOs, not the attorneys general, not the journalists.
Them.
And the greatest irony?
The same people who call them “selfish” are the ones who wouldn’t survive twenty minutes in their place.
What’s Left to Say?
The West has an opportunity — not to educate us, but to learn from us.
To learn what real resilience looks like — not PowerPoint slides on “mental well-being.”
To see what unapologetic patriotism looks like.
What tradition looks like when it’s not a museum piece, but a way of life.
What love of homeland looks like when it’s not fascism — but a moral foundation.
If you ask me, Israel’s greatest export isn’t high-tech, cherry tomatoes, or even Iron Dome.
It’s the youth.
Final Word
So next time you read another editorial from a London newspaper lecturing Israel to “listen to progressive youth,”
show them a photo of an Israeli soldier — eyes bloodshot, smile weary, after a week in the field — and tell them:
“This is our generation.
Try to copy it — if you can.”
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