As I'm sure is obvious, I wear my veteran status like a badge. I had to work hard to enlist, losing weight and getting a psyche waiver. I joined the Delayed Enlistment Program when I was 17. I wanted to join the Army badly.
Yesterday, my team at work got a card for me. I was touched. I've never gotten individual recognition, if any at all, on Veteran's Day. It was something very special.
Now, I never went overseas, but I served six years in the Reserves as a combat engineer, a driver, a radio specialist, an instructor, a team leader and assistant squad leader, and I never got higher than PFC. So, even though my time in the service went about as badly as it could, see good knee broken and more insane than before, I'm still proud of what I did, and I'm proud of my brothers and sisters who wore the uniform and those who wear it today. Not because we are morally superior to others, in most cases far from it, but because we have scientifically demonstrated that we are willing to put the needs of the many before the needs of the few. Essayons!
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