My area is very concentrated with veterans - so there's always a bunch of stuff going on. This morning there was a free breakfast for us at the high school put on by the culinary arts class. Good food, but I was the only vet under 35 there. People were staring at me like "What the hell is that kid doing here?"
Then the Veteran's day parade - always nice.
Then there was a chili cook-off put on by the local fire departments at the American Legion. I had me some damn good chili, but again people were staring at me like "What the hell is that kid doing here?" It's kinda the same thing when I get out of my car. People see my "Veteran" plates and figure it's my dad's car or something. Move along, jerk.
It was funny though, because a lot of these people were drinking (yes, beer) on a Sunday morning. Gotta love all these drunken Frenchies.
Needless to say I felt like an idiot. I figured that I would at least see some people that I went to high school with. I mean, there were a few people that I knew that went into the military, and with the attrition rate being less than 20%, I thought that chances were one of those people woulda been there. Nope.

I guess you have to be wrinkly to be a proper vet.