My only problem is at this point I'd be in danger of not pulling my own weight, to watch someone else's back. That's all that would impact my decision. I'm 51.
I've had 7 cases of pneumonia. My lungs are a wreck. Running would be out of the question. I'd have to settle for stealthy work as a sniper.
My son's 20th birthday occurs on April 18th. I made a run by Turner's and picked up a "camel back' hydration pack in "desert camo" for him. Early birthday present.
Many of us feel the same way, guys. I'm 47 and a former KC-135 Aircraft Commander in SAC (47, but in better shape than when I was 21...). SAC no longer even exists. They sure as hell still have tankers, though. Send me through a good refresher course, and I guarantee you I could do it again if need be. I contacted the MPC (Military Personnel Center) before Desert Storm hit and offered my services. They thanked me very nicely; said "they just might" need me. They didn't, of course. We whupped 'em so handily, so quickly...........and this time it'll be even more brutal. I pity the Iraqis. I really, really do.
Not their leadership, mind you........their average grunt in the trenches. Walking dead.
It's now time for us to send OUR sons, our nephews.......and that is the hard part.