The day has finally arrived. You sprint out of the company office, bounding across the grass as SNCOs and boot-tenants holler to “stay off the daggum grass.” But it doesn’t matter. You’ve made it. You’re untouchable. You’re free. You have your DD-214, and your last paycheck burning a hole in your pocket. Time to hop in that Ford F-150 that you financed at 20% and roar past the base gates for a road trip back to your hometown.