...when there are vets out there that did so much more.
Make no mistake, I'm proud of the years I spent in Uncle Sam's Giant Canoe Club, but I did what I did for love of my country, not because I ever expected anyone to thank me for it. And it feels a little funny to accept the thanks.
There are a lot of guys that did a lot more, risked a lot more and suffered at lot more. This country was seldom in active combat while I served between 1985 and 1994 but I witnessed my share of accidents in the air and on the ground. I got away with nothing more serious than some high frequency hearing loss and a few stories of close calls. Many, many others gave much more. There were few cruise books that didn't have a memorial page in the back listing those that died while at sea and for every death there were a dozen serious injuries, some with life-long disabilities attached.
If your average vet doesn't say much about the thanks given him (or her) it's because he probably knows someone that deserves it so much more.
So, for me, Veteran's Day is a day to give thanks to those vets disabled in service to our country. If you want to thank us, thank them.