I'll add one more thing. As a trumpet player, the VFW guys always called us to play TAPS at various cemeteries
throughout the day, one primary, and one to provide the echo from a distance, unseen. We didn't jump to volunteer, not because we weren't patriotic, but because the guys that were driving us started drinking about 9am; in the car, with teenagers.
Hearing about my friends experiences in Vietnam, watching Band of Brothers, and then listening to the stories from the sand box, I understand.
Sorry guys, I get it.