Rob Henderson@robkhenderson
After enlisting, I entered a world where bad choices carried immediate consequences.
In "Troubled," I ask this question: Did the military transform me in some dramatic way, or did it simply remove the possibility of misbehavior? Maybe it was not so much that the military did something for me as that it prevented me from doing certain things.
You live on a military base, surrounded by people paying attention to what you do. It is difficult to make a serious mistake or a self-defeating choice. So much is on the line whether your on or off duty. Fail a drug test and you can be court-martialed and sent to military prison. Refuse to show up for work and you may face the same outcome.
In the civilian world, I began to notice what was happening to some of the friends I had graduated from high school with. They stayed in our home town. Some drifted through community college and wasted a lot of time. They had no structure, no oversight and no one keeping track of them.
We had all been raised in roughly the same circumstances. But once they had no parental supervision and no external structure, they were free to indulge their most hedonistic impulses. They drove motorcycles while drunk, got into bar fights, slept with a lot of different girls and dealt with unplanned pregnancies. That was when our paths began to diverge. I have no doubt that, had I stayed in that town, I would have made many of the same choices.