My pops was a military man for years… He ended up resigning his post due to moral problems with the Iraq conflict, and then became an ardent opponent of the war. He was still a war guy, he just thought lives were being wasted needlessly in Iraq. At 1 of the protests he attended, he met the man who would be his partner, a hippie boy who caught his attention. They fell in love and ran off together, too happy to keep protesting. They ended up in the far east, where they started a marijuana farm to pay the bills and start a life together. Fun fact, a lot of soldiers in Iraq were exposed to marijuana, and got into the farming business once they returned back home after the war… Combat vets growing weed was honestly common in the United States and up into Canada as well, and pops was 1 of them! They planted fields of marijuana plants, both to use for hemp production and cannabis sales, and started a major grow op, his partner brought in some of his hippie botanist friends to help tend the cannabis crops, and pops was in charge of protecting everything, however when you are in the marijuana business, your enemies can often be underhanded, and that isn’t to mention the presence of local law enforcement. They made a formidable team, and were able to peaceably grow and sell weed for many years with no incidents. When my father was old enough to start asking questions, they sold the entire marijuana operation to 1 of their rivals, and settled down to raise their family.