I am an American veteran.  I volunteered.  Actually, in my case, after ticking off my father for the last time, he volunteered me.  Dad was in the first wave of Marines that assaulted Iwo Jima in WWII, was one of three in his platoon who lived and wasn’t too keen on a smart-aleck pimply faced seventeen year old so he dropped me in front of a recruiter on November 27, 1972 and said, “He wants to be a cook.”  I was privileged to eventually become a pilot and end up serving twenty years on active duty and reserves in both the Marine Corps and with an inter-service transfer, Navy reserves.  Flying was a blast and I still can’t believe they let the likes of me sign for an aircraft then take it out and fly and get paid for it.  Plus, I got to serve with the finest human beings on the planet.  For that I am eternally grateful.  Now to the point: If you haven’t been under a rock, you’ve heard of the “VA...(Read Full Article)