My father was shot in WWII by some goofball in Alaska (before it was a state of course) and my mother who was a model in New York was in an automobile accident which ended her modeling career but didn’t end her beauty inside and out. She served in the Army as a WAC. They met in Ohio (of course the Lord had a hand in it) and my brother, sister and I were raised loving God, Family and Country. The three of us are always asking God to direct our paths. (None of us were in the military but we consider ourselves serving in the Lord’s Army.)
If we were friends, I'll call you - you lucky bastard. :-)
Still think there is a diff between military and Army.
Army is a machine, you just cannon fodder.
Mili=small is guerrilla. Small, stealthy, aware, dangerous with the heart in the right place.
Just my 2 cents