Anyone else feel like you’re reading an essay written by a somewhat precocious 15 year old, looking to impress his teacher?
Reading this essay, one can almost hear a glorious anthem playing in the background. There is a juvenile-like mood of longing for militarism and battlefield glory. There is a certain grasping to escape “our old boring lives” – a need for meaning. The whole essay reeks of sophomoric certitude, and badly formed convictions.