Finding Purpose in Python After the Smoke Cleared
No one tells you how weird it is to go from firing cannons to folding laundry at 11 a.m. on a Tuesday.
After my service as a 13B in the Army, the silence was deafening. I wasn’t chasing targets anymore. There were no missions. No comms. No fire support team to check in with.
And for a while, I felt like a soldier without a war.
What Was Missing? Purpose.
The hardest part of leaving the military isn’t losing the uniform—it’s losing the mission.
I needed something bigger than myself. Something to work toward. Something to protect.