A good guy and an asshole.

A not too bright hero. Just had to give me a hard time at someone else’s Facebook page.

Couldn’t be bothered to read my ten years of writing. Because he’s — what? — the smartest vet in the room.

Let’s think. Just a little. I admire what he’s done. But he’s a bit harsh. I didn’t get drafted because they ended the draft when I was finally eligible. Vietnam. I was willing.

Before that my dad was in WWII, my granddad was in the trenches of WWI, Rainbow Division, and my family belongs to the DAR and Colonial Dames, on both maternal and paternal sides.

He’s a bit of a bully, I’m thinking. Typical.

But he gets my thanks. Why don’t I get his?

UPDATE. All is now clear. He’s a phony, a Stolen Valor Type. That’s not even his picture.