I've been reading some stories about "life in the army" and there's something cheerful and reckless about the life that if you forget what the job is really about might almost sound appealing. Camaraderie. Bawdy jokes. Brothers at Arms.
I have a vague notion that male stoicism is promoted to keep young men starving for human closeness ... so that dying, and killing and giving up your humanity ...at least with some good buddies starts to sound appealing.
