I have a philosophy largely I think most here share.
I don’t care what uniphorm you wore (wear) or what flag you served. If you strapped on your boots, your a brother (sister).
I new a German Veteran who lost his leg jumping into Italy who took some of us under his wing. All he saw were wet behind the ear kids, and offered sage advice over a beer about officers, NCO’s and duties.
he didn’t see us for the heathens we were, just as the soldiers we should have been.