When I first met them, they were in their 30’s and 40’s, because my father took me with him golfing on the weekends when I was in junior high. They were teachers, cooks, carpenters, bankers, and car salesmen. I remember feelings of surprise and esteem on those random occasions when the subject of service would come up. I decided then military service was just another rite of passage into adulthood. I really wanted to be a CPA, but when my turn came I volunteered and ended up in Vietnam.
Thank you for your service.