My father was shot in WWII. In many respects, his wounds never healed. Never mind that he was a solid conservative who worked on the Goldwater campaign in South Alabama as well as Jack Edwards and Bill Dickenson. He would have broken both my legs before letting me enlist. Said he saw things no one should ever have to see.
To his dying day, he wouldn't eat crabs because he saw the bodies of men killed at Anzio being eaten by swarms of crabs
But I wouldn't think of using that to argue that I could cheerlead a war without ever having served and say that I had an inheritable exemption from service
And if I were a popular radio host, I wouldn't be too chicken to go to a war zone either