Some veteran’s bear visible signs of their service. A missing limb, a jagged scar a certain look in the eye. Others may carry the evidence inside them. A pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg or perhaps another sort of inner steel…..The souls ally, forged in the refinery of adversity.

Except in parades however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem. You can’t tell a vet, just by looking.

Though what is a vet?

He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia, sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn’t run out of fuel.

He is the barroom loud mouth, dumber than five wooden planks whose overgrown frat boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th…