Agreed! I was watching Discovery with Jesse James in Iraq and I darn near cried. I love those guys and gals and wish I was 'playing in the sand'. But things happened during enlistment, then my problematic right wrist gave out. All things for a reason, I reckon. Had I enlisted, when my wrist gave from one-too-many-pushups I would've been a liability and would've been MED'ed out again to my shame.
One thing I saw on that show was Jesse visiting the damaged troops, then being invited into the insurgent area where American medics were trying to save the lives of those who had tried, and sometimes succeeded, in killing our troops. Jesse's look was cold, and when asked, the medics responded 'We're Americans, it's what we do.'
So as I sip a glass of Scoth southpaw, I raise it in hallowed salute to our forebears, ancestors and soldiers. I salute those who gave their all in the Revolution, 1812, Civil, Spanish, WWI, WWII, Korea, Vietnam, Gulf, Afghan and Iraq. I toast those who built roads and infrastructure throughout the Continental US and Alaska, the ACoE, and the National Guard, Air Guard and Coast Guard who defend the domestic rights of others, save those who cannot save themselves, and take protective measures to ensure the safety and security of our great land.
In spite of antagonistic aetheists, God Bless America!