I am a Veteran. Today is Veteran’s Day. That’s the easy part. The rest is much more complicated, for both my country and me. It’s hard for me to put into words what the meaning of my service is and how challenging it is to explain my feelings to those who never served. But I’ll try, again, to see if I can get it right.
My motivation for joining the Army in 1986 was not based in altruism; it was purely pragmatic. I had screwed up high school, figured I’d screw up community college, and regardless, my family was poor and wouldn’t be paying for my higher education. The Army recruiter found me at a moment of weakness, and I signed up for a three-year stint, guaranteed to be in Europe; the $24K for college was also a big incentive. Sure, on some level, I did feel a little pride in doing my part in defending my country, but I really didn’t worry that much about the Soviet horde rolling over the German border into WWIII. It was a low-risk gamble, and I took it.
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