After a series of soul-destroying minimum wage jobs Xander decided to join the Army. Perhaps his lingering vestiges of the Soldier memories might help him make a success of himself. After Basic Training he was posted far away from Sunnydale and it was a year before he returned.
“You look good in your uniform, Xander,” Willow said. “I guess you’re doing all kinds of heroic things.”
“Uh, not really,” Xander confessed. “I’m kind of the information guy.”
“You mean a spy?”
“Nothing that cool, Will,” said Xander. “Mainly I do web searches. I’m the boogie-woogie Google boy of Company B.”