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There is no discription I could give of our honerable service people that would be better said than the ones already given.That was a great post and I thank you. I have great admiration of todays soldier.It proves to me that our nation is going to make it. I get worried when I look around at todays young people. They wear Pants that belong to a guy much bigger than themselves and they forget the belt.When I saw the first kid with no hair and he looked a little peekied, I thought he was sick and maybe had Cancer or something.Then all the rest of what they do and wear these days makes ya wonder. But I guess they are for the most part OK.The WW2 guys thought the same of us with our duck ass hair combs and the flat tops.Then the long hair and hippy. When ever I see a soldier on the street or wherever,they get a solid salute from me no matter what the rank.They all have my highest regard. Some look at me kind of funny but then they get it. We never got anything like that when we were out in public.There were many times when you just didn't wear the uniform, when you went out with family or going home on leave.It saved you from haveing your friends and relitaves from being attacked by the antis.Though there were other days when you went looking for these sons of bitches and your uniform got messed up a little. Mom always fixed it for me befor I went back.I can remember one night a friend was home too, and we went out together. Befor sun-up we put about six in the emergency room not to mention all the others that were so banged up there own mothers would't reconize them. We put our training to some use that night.Your wern't supposed to do that,BUT. If ya did that today you'd be sued and in jail.Any way it makes me feel good to see these young pups looking good as they do.I only wish I could help them. God Bless them all.

I have great admiration of todays soldier.It proves to me that our nation is going to make it.

You and I agree.

If we continue to produce Men who will defend our way of life we deserve to live.

The day that we fail, we deserve to die, and worse to be forgotten.