Ever since he was a kid, Raymond loved hunting. His father would take him hunting, and they would shoot rabbits and hares and pheasants and quail and ducks. Once he shot at the neighbour’s cat with his air rifle. His father gave him a good beating for that, to teach him a lesson: you kill only to eat.
But now he was all grown up and practising to kill people. There had been a change in his life. He was as regular as clockwork. Every Tuesday and Thursday he would go to the rifle range and hone his shooting skills. Practice makes perfect. He wouldn’t want to start killing people until he could be sure not to miss. He got better and better at it. Soon he could do it for real.
He loved being in the army.