You perhaps asked the wrong man because I have had a bizarre life, ending in less than glorious circumstances. The poem Ulysses is being to haunt me more and more these days.
No. I read about Frodo, and I wish I had been there, in the charge of the Rohirrim (those are the people I identified with the most), but winning the tent-pegging prize against the Army team that won it all India the next year was a good substitute. Playing polo on the same field that saw Hanut Singh and Ratanada come on next was a good substitute. It resonates.
I wish I had been wooing Princess Flavia, but what happened in real life, those forgotten, misty decades ago, was more of a fairy tale. The dragon won, the hero lost, the 'fair' damsel (she was earthy and dark and the whole college hated me for having won her hand) vanished into mist, re-appearing 35 years later, but it was a fairy tale.
Including what I did for a higher cause, if I were to put my real life down on paper, any self-respecting Bollywood director would fling it in my face, and order the Gurkha to ensure I never darkened his doorstep again. It is far too implausible, far too unreal, and the characters who stalked through it were far too larger than life for anybody to believe.
Not military, but military R&D. For the part that bears examination. Think glass cockpit, think SU conversion, think look-down radar and stuff for hi-lo-hi missions, think leading the making of a mission computer for a lift vehicle that consisted of eight computers conversing with each other and coming to a consensus. There were many more, all of which were intended to make something that Pakistan owned go up with a loud and satisfying bang. It's very strange, nothing we did was aimed at the other lot.
I only know the Christian bits, unfortunately. They went through a lot of this discussion, and I wonder if you find that some of that has come back into the discussion through a side-door.