Deep,
That ball cap has saved me from a ticket or three, as recently as just a couple weeks ago. I know what you mean about that. It's strange but it seems that many of the police officers out there today are vets themselves or sons and daughters of vets. They see my ball cap, my white hair, and they almost always ask if I was in Nam. I've had one apologize for the way we were treated and say that not only was he a vet, but his Dad was a Vietnam vet too so because of that he knew first hand how things had changed. Strange, but it seems that those who serve/served, instill that same sense of serving in their/our children and families, just from their/our actions a lot of times.
You know Deep, as you said, we were all just kids when we went in. Heck, I had just turned 17 four months earlier after graduating HS. I was still way too wild to go to college at that age and I had visions of that blue Air Force uniform, the women who'd be chasing after me, and the whole world in front of me. Besides, I was a kid from Philly and I had all the answers, or so I thought at that time! LOL! About the third morning at 430AM in basic training with my TI, a MSgt from Mississippi screaming at me "Come Cheer Boy", I realized that I might have been slightly over zealous in my anticipation of my upcoming lifestyle!! LMBO!! I grew up, I learned many, many things, and I wouldn't trade those four years of active duty and its experiences for anything. However, at the end of my first four years, I just didn't feel the need to donate anymore of my time to that project!
