I feel like the mods have gone commie since Blue Dog left, the vets wouldn't want us to censor ourselves, at least the ones I know wouldn't.
Here's to gramps in WWI and WWII and dad in Korea, although he did jack shit and got drunk in Europe for 2 years. Just drank a 2 liter boot. Time for another beer until I can't feel feelings. Tell me how a greasy, spineless, useless sack of shit nails a wonderful woman and I'm fighting fatties off with a torch and angry townsfolk like they're Frankenstein's monster.
Happy Veterans day to all of you soldiers, sailors, coasties, and my fellow airmen. Thank you all for doing what you do. Oh, and to the how to you respond to thanks question, I usually reply with a "thank you."
My thanks to the veterans. I am sure a great many of them would want us to hoist a drink for their service. In honor I am now drinking a "Hops of Wrath IPA" from the Dust Bowl Brewing Company. Well that and watching college basketball played on the deck of an aircraft carrier. Damn it is great to be an American.
Alright, I am friends with active and retired military. Thank you all. You have us the freedoms that most take for granted. God bless, have a shot on me.
Fine, if this is going to be the WDT. Thank you Veterans! I, for one, am getting hammered at my local.
Thank you, every single one of you, who has served & fought to make this great country what it is! I know that freedom isn't free. I salute and toast to you! On that note the wife is gone this weekend & I'm already in the bag!
Dear God. Thanks vets. TYay. Eggnot and rum. My friend iw awesome. He drovve me home. he is breaking up with his girlfriend. I wanted to ask him more questions but I left my glasses at his apartment and can't see shit.
I always feel awkward and a little embarrassed when people thank me for my service. Does this happen to anyone else? It seemed like the natural path to me. I mean sure, I got badly injured doing my job by some hostile foreigners, but I also got paid to learn for a good long while. I have a salary in the low six figures because of my military training and experience, which they gave me based on tested potential alone. It was a pretty damn sweet deal. The fact that I can't run any more because of the way the Air Force Reserve Lt. Colonel placed the plate on my ankle? That's the dark cloud under the giant silver lining. I believe that actions speak louder, so I sort of define myself by what I've done in my life. The Navy allowed me to travel the world widely, drink with all sorts of people, learn communications electronics as a well paying trade, and board pirate ships for a living for a year. How can you beat that? I don't need any thanks, I should be thanking you guys for being a people in need of a military.
Seconded. My great-grandfather served in WW1 on a battleship (on H.M.S. Ajax) and my grandfather in WW2 - both were Engineers with the Admiralty. I've got no problem with enlisted guys goofing off while off-duty, but, more to the point... who paints a Ferrari Testarossa fucking PINK? Seriously? And what is it doing there? So many questions. That poor car. Look how run down it is. It's not right to treat a modern classic in that way...
'Murica. Sign me up for the "Not quite sure what to do when someone thanks me for my service" club. If it's someone I know well, I say, "Thanks for paying my paycheck." If it's someone I don't know well, then it's "Thanks for your support."