Pedro El Awesomeo needs Bombs's blog: "Encephalon"

So I was walking through a store and some woman comes up to me and says "Thank you for your service."  I had to look at her and apologize, I told her "I'm sorry, I must have had a lot of alcohol, but I don't remember servicing you."

I always feel out of place when Veteran's Day rolls around.  Ever since Iraq II: The Search For More Oil came out, people are more thankful on Veteran's Day, and I think it's a good thing, I think Veterans should be thanked.  It's just that, even though I am a Veteran, I don't know that I really deserve any thanks.  I know I did serve in a War (I capitalize it because I wasn't a REMF (if you don't know what a REMF is, well just know I was not one)) but it's not like I wanted to be there. 

I didn't even join up out of a great love of my country.  I do love my country, don't get me wrong, but basically I signed up because I wanted to get out of the house and get some money for college. 

I made lots of good friends in the military, and I am actually reconnecting with some of them over the interwebs.  I've got tons of memories, stories, and experiences that have really shaped who I am, and I do owe a lot of that to my days in the Army. I'll always be part soldier in my head.  I still call cadence in my head when I am walking around (Nine to the front and six to the rear) I can do the motto from Basic Training, and from my Unit at the top of the lungs, but being someone who gets thanked? I just don't feel it.

Maybe it's just me being bad about accepting praise, but I just feel awkward.  So, uh, yeah, um, you're welcome I guess.