[ WP ] A young student is drafted off to fight in a bloody foreign war . He quickly finds that war is the most enjoyable thing he has ever experienced .

But what did they teach me in school, really? Descartes and Theorems and equations and Laws. Nothing I could put into practice. I will never be in a situation where my clever reading of Derrida saves anyone's life. 
 
 I'd say the army saved my life though. Dragged me out of tedium and meaninglessness and taught me how to dissemble a weapon in a sandstorm, how to wait a couple of seconds before you toss the grenade, how to place a tourniquet, and how to use a map to call in an airstrike. Everything the army taught me I needed. Everything I do out here has a purpose, even if I do n't know what it is I can trust high command has a purpose. 
 
 Like yesterday when we were ordered to take a hill. We had to charge up it three times before the enemy broke. Each charge was a new bolt of energy for me. Each charged offered me new cover: a knocked-out tank, a pile of corpses, a crater or enemy foxhole newly made. Each time I found my targets, squeezed off the rounds just like I was taught, dropped those bastards just like I was taught. Training with a goal. An achievable purpose. 
 
 My life is planned out. No stupid shit where I waste a day away looking at porn or playing video games. When I'm at FOB I get all the porn and video games I want. When I'm ordered into training or combat I'm doing what I'm supposed to do. Even downtime is n't downtime because it has a purpose, even if high command does n't tell me what that purpose is. 
 
 And the perks. The women, even if they do n't want it who are they going to tell? Their husbands? So their husbands or brothers can kill them? I tell ya, what they get from me is the best they're gon na get. 
 
 Do you know how much swag you can get from a bombed-out department store? I think I got two diamond necklaces just on one patrol. Necklaces translates to more pussy from the girls in village. Hell, I even got two different girls back home. You think I could make that happen on some dipshit community college English professor salary? 
 
 Some guys talk about how they miss home and they want to go back to their families. They are full of shit. I know they're lying. I know it for a fact. One asshole was showing me pictures of his daughter in camp, and then on R & R he's at the brothel, and then in the field he fucking jacks $ 500 from a house we raided. Yeah, I do n't care that he does that shit. I do it. I just wish he'd be honest enough about it. You ca n't have your cake and eat it, too, you know. 
 
 I hope this goes on forever. It must.
