One of the best things about being a veteran of the armed forces is, when you’re in a restaurant for dinner, carrying on a private rant about how the Senate has agreed to let the military lock up American citizens indefinitely without trial, and some “patriotic” douchebag starts trying to give you shit, you can turn, look him in the eyes and ask his French fry-munching, lard-assed self where, exactly, he was in the years after 9/11 when you were in the recruiter’s office signing on the dotted line.
