I have to admit something horrible.
I hate Veteran's Day. But not for the reasons you may think.
I am a reluctant Veteran. I cringe when people thank me for my service, because frankly, I don't think I deserve their gratitude.
I didn't do anything spectacular in the Navy. I was never in a conflict, my life wasn't in any danger, the only things I sacrificed was my innocence, a few thousand brain cells, and maybe caused some liver damage. I did nothing more than a flirty co-ed on spring break. I spent half of my Naval career in southern Spain for crying out loud. On the beach. Or in a bar.
I don't regret serving in the military. I learned discipline, honor, and loyalty. I made great friends, had extraordinary experiences, and got to see a lot of places not many people would have the opportunity to do.
I don't take advantage of my veteran's benefits. There are those who need it more than I do. I am healthy, I can pay for my own medical needs. I did not loose a limb nor do I suffer from PTSD. Those that do need care more than I. And they need better care, not to fall through the cracks of governmental loop holes and rhetoric.