Since I enlisted in mid 2003, I've received more respect from people that I ever expected. People will occsionally stop me in my uniform, shake my hand, and thank me for serving. Some will yell out "stay safe!" or other words of encouragement when I would board a civilian aircraft or while I'm traveling anywhere in uniform, and still others will tell me stories of when they served and say how proud they are that this country still has people with the balls to defend it. I still remember the civilian flight crew when I flew home from Texas after my maintenence training that gave me a free beer and brought me a meal from the first class galley. It's not much but it's little things like that that let us know how much we really are appreciated by people. The last time I had my FJ62 at the local Toyota dealer (when my water pump shat the bed), the tech saw my DOD windshield decal and stayed several hours after closing time on a Friday to make sure it was good to go for the weekend. And even when I went to pick it up, both he and the service department manager offered to buy me a beer the next time I was in town "as long as I don't mind being seen with a couple ex Army Rangers". Trust me, I'm the one who feels priveleged to be a part of this military. I see the comeraderie shown everywhere from not only different branches, but from other countries' militaries in the Coalition, and it gives me the encouragement to deal with anything that can be dished out against us and keep on fighting. That stuff never goes unnoticed, and it makes me damn proud every time I put on my uniform, whether it's my DCUs, BDUs, or my dress blues. People like that make this country work defending, and make us just a little more willing to deploy overseas and take the fight to the enemy.