James tightened his grip on the gun in his hand, glanced up at the starry sky, and then shifted his gaze to the distance.
In the distance, there were seas, mountains, primeval jungles, and various dinosaurs, but no sign of home.
He was a true technician in the military; aside from routine basic training after joining, his other duties involved tinkering with various instruments. He was then lucky enough to be selected to board an aircraft carrier.
It truly was an honor, as he had worried before that one day, he might be sent to the battlefield. After all, America often acted as the world's police, always ready to engage in conflict. Not every soldier during a peaceful era wanted to earn their stripes on the battlefield; James certainly did not.
Being on the aircraft carrier meant that he could stay away from war, at most participating in occasional drills, as he didn't need to handle guns and cannons up close.
