My Training
Being trained to serve.
I’m thirty-five, and life’s thrown me for a loop. Fifteen years in the military, a straight-up soldier, married to my high school sweetheart—my world was set, disciplined, predictable. But now? Divorced, medically retired, and sporting a dad bod with a full head of graying hair and a beard I’m damn proud of. I still hit the gym, but I’m not the chiseled grunt I was at twenty. Life’s different now, and I’m adrift in a worl...