[ 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 .

They told us war was a bad thing. The veterans came back with stories of lost comrades and haunting battles. It was always better to have peace than fighting, apparently, for the good of mankind. 
 
 But they were wrong. 
 
 War was the greatest thing imaginable. I'm no psychopath, by the way. Before they drafted me into the army from college, I had never harmed another creature in my life. But the next thing I knew, I was in a foreign country, fighting a war I should n't have been fighting. And I loved every second of it. 
 
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 The bullet struck the wall above my head as I ran, half-crouched, and dived into cover. Fragments of concrete pinged off of my helmet like hailstones. I rolled to a stop behind my chosen piece of cover, a low wall between me and the machine gunner. 
 
 Beside me, there was a scrabbling of dirt as my companion military dog Alex got down next to me, panting. He was a Belgian Malinois, his short brown hair brushing up against my arm like a stiff brush. I held his collar tightly, feeling his tensed energy like a coiled spring. 
 
 The hail of bullets overhead suddenly ceased as the gunner's attention was directed elsewhere. I pushed myself upright and vaulted the wall. My adrenaline was pumping as I began to dash towards the half-concealed truck where the gunner was. Alex followed at my heels, his paws throwing up tiny scuffs of dust and rubble. 
 
 The gunner did n't see us until the last moment. By then it was too late to swing his weapon back around. Alex reached him first, bounding up onto the truck's tailgate and sinking his jaws into the man's leg. He cried out and fell over, half-dragged out of the vehicle by the dog. I drew my combat knife and plunged it into his neck, causing a spray of blood to jet out onto the ground. 
 
 I made Alex release the guy's body as he fell out of the truck and onto the rubble-strewn ground. His blood formed a small puddle around his body, mixing with the dust. I looked down upon him for a moment. Then I smiled a small smile. 
 
 There was a kind of rush I got from this sort of thing. The pounding of blood in my ears, the heaviness of my assault rifle in my hands, it all merged together into the ultimate experience of joy for me. 
 
 I heard the sound of gunfire off to my right, and began to run in that direction, my equipment banging against my back and Alex alongside me. I let out a yell as I burst into the ruined building ahead of me, spraying death and destruction from the muzzle of my weapon. 
 
 In this place of death, I finally felt alive.
