Wow, went for that stolen valor real fast, didn't you? And you pulled out that "I'm special dickhead forces, retired!" super fast too.
You wouldn't know this, but one my uncles was Green Beret in Vietnam. My father was in the infintry in Vietnam. My father in law was a combat engineer in Vietnam. I have a cousin who was a Ranger. A high school buddy I've kept in contact with who was Force Recon. And a very close friend who as MI over in Afghanistan.
Do you know what they have in common besides knowing me? They don't brag about their service like it was their dick-size. Like you did.
You know what that makes me think?
That if you served at all, you were really a supply sergeant. It's an honorable job to have in the Army. Literally nothing happens without them.
Come on. Fess up. You busted an ankle right out of basic and they made you a driver for like a Major or a Colonel, didn't they?
Because those guy? They think that being support staff wasn't "good enough." That somehow being the machine that makes the whole army work is embarassing. So they make some shit up.
About how they were Captain America with a rock-hard dick 24/7 that just couldn't wait to kill kill kill.
You want to know the truth about my time in the 10th Cav?
It made me more liberal. I met people I could have never met in the lily white rural town I grew up in. It changed me in ways I didn't understand until many years after I left the Army.
Do I think you served? Maybe. Do I think you've constructed an elaborate fantasy about how you were a bad-ass super soldier who "was in the shit"? Yep. Sure do.