If i see a poser-veteran, he won’t have a nice day.
Why?
I am of the generation that was spit on, stepped on, thrown feces at, while in uniform returning home.
I am of the generation that was chosen by government offices when to report for military service.
I was the generation that if your daddy had enough money, favors were paid for you to NOT go anywhere, or to be assigned someplace, in some rathole base stateside, where you were not to leave, for all of your required time to serve.
I CHOSE to enlist, to serve, and REQUESTED to be sent ‘over there’, and was, for 3 years time.
that’s why.
Welcome home brother. I am as proud of the fact that I was issued an Army serial number that began with the prefix “RA” as I am of being a combat vet. It shows that I enlisted. I too asked to go over there. (The Green Suck that is)