The other former UDT vet was my high school writing teacher, a sort of Yoda figure. He covered the clock in his classroom with a picture of the Buddha, so you got a little jolt of patience training every time you snuck a glance at the clock. Whatever small writing talent I have started with him.
Third was a friend's cousin who who'd left the service in his mid-thirties. For a while we were drinking buddies. We road bikes together for a while too, but that didn't last long--he was in such phenomenally better shape than me, despite training half as much, it was a mismatch. We were a mismatch in general--he was a bro's bro and I was like his token hippie friend. But we had fun boozing around for a while, and he was in no way damaged goods.
Speaking of booze, one amazing thing about Sadler was his ability to write so many potboilers while drinking so hard. I don't drink anymore, in large part because my productivity just went to shit when I was drunk all the time. Maybe it's more feasible to write purple prose than code when you're loaded.
The way I treat my family is different because they're my family.
I don't usually enjoy interactions with new people because we differ so greatly in our priorities, focus, and sensitivity to violence.
If you lived on Mars for 10 years you probably wouldn't have much in common with someone who was born and raised on Earth. Some Martian's would fair better than others of course. New friendships might be more a factor of their gregariousness or how much they miss Mars though.