Lil Foot,
Military careers are so odd that most people can't relate to a civilian counterpart for a military job title because their aren't any...
At 24 I was a Deputy Missile Crew Commander sitting nuclear alert in Tucson, AZ at Titan Missile sites. When I bought my first house, the loan lady asked...
"Employer?"
"USAF" I added...
"Job description"
"Global nuclear destruction. Or strategic defense. Take your pick."
"Uhhh... I'll just put down "missile duties."
When I was 25 and in Upgrade to Crew Commander, they busted into a simulator where we were in the middle of trying to fix and launch our missile in a "practice war..."
"Hey Ray, we just found out you are going to flight school in August! Do you want to continue with upgrade?"
"I answered, "Sure. I earned it didn't I?" I think they liked my answer. Missile jobs were the object of scorn and ridicule by much of the service because the job was deemed "unglamorous." I knew it was a stepping stone and, as a nerd, I though aspects of it was cool as heck.
After flight school, I flew the "Nav Bus" which was a 737 configured for navigator training. That was an incredible job and so much fun, in between the boring parts.
We got to do things with the 737 that no airline would let you do. Flying with the hydraulics off, including putting the flaps out manually. Flying with one engine at idle simulating a dead motor. Turning upside down simulating unusual attitudes to practice recovery technique. Doing stalls in the plane to check repairs. That was the best job I ever had.
I flew the C-130H out of Abilene TX for 18 months before getting out. Hauled beans and bullets in support of the ARMY. Flew around Europe for 7 weeks and spent two of those weeks in Turkey which was a neat place back in the late 80's. Got to see some absolutely unreal locales that are forever etched into my mind.
Then the airline stuff for 25 years. Flying from A to B to C to D to E nearly every day at work. Made great friends. Got all the traveling out of my system forever (much to my wife's disdain).
I don't have to worry about food poisoning anymore. Or bed bugs. Or passengers getting into fights. Or any of the crap that came along with trying to get a microcosm of our society to their destination safe and sound.
Sometimes I was so rewarded by the good in humanity. (Austin approach in horrible turbulence with a full jet... We could hear the passengers through the cockpit door. When the bottom would drop out the women would all scream. Then the whole plane would bust out in raucous laughter. Then it would repeat. That lasted for about five minutes. Getting off everyone was laughing and hi-five-ing the crew. What a great bunch of folks! It was a Texas crowd...)
Or hauling human remains for fallen servicemen. We are all on the ramp at attention saluting the flag-draped coffin, tears streaming down our faces and when we turn around, the windows of the terminal are full of faces, with more tears streaming there too. There are a lot of good people in the world.
Other times I was shocked at the poor behavior of some people. But hey! Gotta be thankful for the good things in life and not let the bad get to you. My worst day was better than some people's best day. Gotta keep things in perspective and be thankful for everything we are fortunate enough to have.
I am glad to be retired but so very fortunate to have experienced what I did. Not that my job was any more important than any other job out there. I was just lucky to be chosen to do it.
High-speed heavy equipment operator makes more sense to people unfamiliar with the world of aviation.