I remember those days. Undergrad in college; ROTC was spat on by faculty and students alike; Leftist intellectual snobbery in every classroom.
And the President was always there. Leading by example.
In four short years, it was once again, a thing of honor to wear my uniform. You could fly the flag; you could pray; you could feel optimism in the very air.
There's a lot of that again, these days, but the damage by William the Impeached and half of America will take another Reagan to repair. I'm thinking.
I also remember the attitude towards those who wore the uniform. You got it.