You almost make it sound fun, but I missed that whole party by just months. When I turned 17 they were still taking names, but had quit drafting people. Guys just a little older than I did go, and none of them has ever wanted to talk about it, and I long ago quit asking.

I recognize the freedom I enjoy was bought with the blood of those who have served in Viet Nam and other unpleasant places.

Its hard to find words that don't sound either sappy or trite when trying to say thanks.

On the other hand the flag is flying outside this house and the next generation here is fully aware that they enjoy a life that was hard won by many who have gone before. And they know which of their relatives, and which family friends, did serve.