Veterans day. I am off to work but with one addition: an Air Force pin, small unobtrusive and worth its weight in blood to me. About an hour later into work comes my wife with my lunch, and a balloon that say's "Thank You Veteran!" and has flags and assorted stuff like that on it. I don't talk much about those years to anyone except here at GT. Not many knew much about my past. She brought the ballon over attacked it to my lunchbox, and with a kiss, said "Happy Veterans day sweetie!" I heard that several times more that day and it felt pretty good. But I went into the restroom later and cried a bit. I remembered Capt Pate and his F105, Amn JImmy H, taking fire but pulling arming flags so the F-4's could get out of dodge. Jimmy dying in my arms. They tell me happy Veterans day but the best of us arent here anymore. And I am ashamed that I came home. I guess I am just an aging old man with no damn sense at all anymore. I feel like releasing that balloon.