I still remember crying like a baby when the first gulf war started knowing my brothers were called on to serve while I was lucky to be assigned to Ft. DeRussy, Hawaii..
I cried when the Gulf War started because FrogDad was set up by an airport next to the Kuwait border and our son was in the advanced part of his training at Camp Pendleton.
When the war was over, our town had a parade to welcome them all home, including a bunch of the returnees in uniform marching to lead the parade. Never could figure that one out, reward them by having them march two miles down our boulevard.
Someone in the crowd must have known me, a reporter stuck a microphone in my face and said, “I hear you have someone marching out there?” Reporter was standing between me and the marchers, I’m afraid I wasn’t very polite. Then the moron asked me how I was feeling. I looked at him like the complete and total moron he was and said, “Very very proud” in a tone that told him what a moron he was. Didn’t get asked any more questions.