[ 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 .

We were supposed to hate it, I think. 
 
 Everything was completely out of our own control. Every twitch of a muscle could bring victory of failure, every moment of attention rationed like drops of water in a desert, everything except our own responses completely out of control. 
 
 And we were supposed to hate the war so much we'd fight even harder just to be done with it. That was part of their plan somehow, I'm almost certain. 
 
 I did n't. Let me explain for just a second. 
 
 You ever see a completely spoiled cat? Given food whenever it sits at its bowl, entertained with toys and feathers on strings whenever it wans, only having to meow to be petted and stroked? 
 
 They get fat, lazy, and above all else bored. 
 
 You ever watch a cat in the wild? They're sadistic, murderous little things. They'll toy with a captured animal, hunt and kill just for the hell of it, wound prey and then let it'flee' again just to catch it and - crunch! - all over. 
 
 We were supposed to be better than that. 
 
 That's what they said, anyway - we're humans, above all the other beasts, with a soul, a discerning heart, the temperance of mercy and love. 
 
 But they were wrong. 
 
 Way deep down we're all just animals still, and when I got out in that field the cat in me came crawling back up - yowling and spitting and hissing, refusing to be ignored any longer. 
 
 Everything back home was controlled. Want food, go to a burger shop. Want fun, boot up your Xbox or Playstation or whatever. Want affection, go on facebook and get yourself petted and stroked by eleventy-fucking-million followers. 
 
 It's purer out here. 
 
 Just animals - animals with guns, tanks, and artillery, sure, but still just animals all the same. 
 
 And I love it. 
 
 I do n't hunt because I have to. I hunt because there's nothing quite like the hunt. 
 
 And then I catch them, and - crunch.
