I enlisted in 1968 shortly after failing out of college, knowing that I would presently be drafted. I took an additional year in order to get the schooling that I wanted. Not surprisingly, my draft notice came to my home while I was at Basic Training at Fort Jackson SC.
I stupidly signed up for a course called, "Stock Control and Accounting," which basically taught how to fill out self-explanatory forms and count rolls of toilet paper. But while I was being processed from Basic, a sergeant in Personnel noticed my aptitude test scores, called me out of the line, and offered me OJT in Personnel in place of the course I was signed for. After a year or so at Ft Lee, VA, I volunteered to go to Vietnam, because I did not want to be a total spectator in the Event that defined my generation.
With my Personnel MOS, I knew that I would be assigned to a Headquarters, and not someplace out in the boondocks. After some bouncing around over there, I was sent to Danang, where I was safe from harm, and the only hardship was long hours (12 x 7), and I was able to save a ton of money by virtue of my tax exemption, hazardous duty pay and overseas pay. Which was nice.
I used the GI Bill to complete my Bachelor's Degree, getting a JD on my own.
The word, "Hero" is almost always used promiscuously in our society. A "hero" is someone who voluntarily risks his life for the protection of strangers, hence EVERY American soldier, sailor, airman, police officer, fire fighter, and other first responders are HERO's, and one should never forget that. It doesn't matter if they are computer programmers in DC or piloting a helicopter in a combat zone. The fact that they SIGNED UP implicitly means that they WERE PREPARED TO sacrifice themselves for the safety and security of Americans.
When I say, "Thank you for your service," it is that implicit heroism that is what I am thankful for.