For the sake of simplicity, and so as not to confuse his friends with degrees from schools not called Ole Miss, the Colonel will limit the discussion to one not involving multiple parallel universes. Just this universe, with it's trillions of possible worlds, will suffice.
Chances are, in a single trillion instances, there exists at least a thousand other worlds like this one.
Chances are, on at least one of those thousand worlds there teems billions like us.
Chances are, that life is like all life on our planet -- competitive for survival's sake.
Chances are, life on that planet is organized in competing societies -- warring societies.
Chances are, one of those warring societies has achieved superiority and maintained it by force of arms and a preeminent warrior class.
Chances are, thousands of that warrior class are living out their peaceful retirement in the heartlands.
Chances are, that planet revolves around its star much slower than does ours.
The retired centurion living at the shallow northern end of the deep southern nowhere on a land mass on that faraway planet just turned 35 today.
The Colonel thinks he'll celebrate that man's birthday today, instead of his own...