I was a draft dodger back in the late 50's-early 60's. Not a real brave dodger who went to Canada or something. I mean, first of all, I was going to college. That got me "deferred". That's a real polite way of saying "Let someone else go."
Then I left college behind and I was probably fair game for awhile. But then I got married. And my new wife had a 2 year old son. So I'm not only married, I'm a father. That got me deferred big time. All of this was in the time of Korea. Vietnam hadn't even begun yet.
So, I never served my country in the military. Sometimes I feel a bit sorry about that but most of the time I say "thank God". I don't think I ever had that killer instinct.
All of which is to say that I sometimes scorn and sometimes praise those veterans who proudly make their service known. Now, on the scorn side, are those guys who put "General, U.S. Army, Retired" or some such on their mail boxes, their personalized envelopes, their business cards, or whatever.
But there are the other guys. The fighters. The guys who left friends behind on the battlefield.
Well.
I saw a car in a parking lot today and I took a picture. I have no idea what the owner has in his history but he's sure proud of it. And he may have reason to be. Anyway, there's the picture.
What do YOU think?
