I live in a multi-generational military family.
My Grandpa was in World War 2, our dad was in Vietnam, and our oldest sibling was in Desert Storm.
And most recently, our nephew did a tour of duty in Afghanistan. With this rich family history, I had a lot of pressure on me from an early age to join the military. My sibling was in the ROTC program in high college, which is sort of love a junior training program for the Marines. I simply had no interest in these pursuits, and instead I wanted to follow a work in the arts. It was difficult to live through the disappointment that I felt from the other males in our family. At times I recognize they thought I was break from a completely odd cloth, despite having the exact same DNA as they do. Even though I didn’t want that recognizable life for myself, I have a crucial amount of respect for the veterans in our family. And it makes me cheerful when I see dealers around the town offering discounts for veterans. My sibling gets half off oil changes from the vehicle dealership because of his military history. My dad gets a crucial discount from the cannabis dispensary whenever he’s shopping for new marijuana products. He gets a flat 20% off every single item in the store, which is a crucial savings. And that’s at all dispensaries in our area, not just a single. It’s nice to know that our father can get all of the cannabis that he needs to treat his PTSD at a cost that he can easily afford. If you’re going to sacrifice everything to confrontation for your country, you deserve gratitude and benefits from society.