Truck Drivers get to see their country at 60 mph. I got to see the world at ahead two-thirds from the deck of an aircraft carrier. 

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That is, whenever I was allowed out of the engine rooms to mingle with the top-dwelling people.

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When I finished my enlistment, I did all the normal things my friends had done while I was gone — got married, settled down, had kids, adopted a dog. 

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In the new after-times, I spend my free time reading, hiking a respectable distance from others, and plotting how to use the inevitable robot revolution to combat the murder bees.