Some of us served, some didn’t. Some were drafted, some joined, others didn’t. I know what I’m proud of. Well, one other thing too. My dad swore me in. That was cool. Course he was an O-6 and I was on my way to being an E-1. LOL!
I don’t go out of my way to thank anyone but I have quietly picked up the tab of a soldier as he ate his meal in peace and left it up to the waitress to inform him.
I talked to my great uncle yesterday. He was a chopper pilot in Vietnam and said that stories from home and groups of college kids who met him at the airport when he returned did far more psychological damage to him than anything that happened there.
He says that it was only within the last 10 years or so that he figured out that the anti war movement wasn’t nearly as large as the media made them out to be. Just like today, the crowds were college kids driven from behind by a small number of people.