Anons, I paid my respect to a USAF veteran being laid to rest today.

He was liked by everyone who ever met him. Oh, not a saint, he had some rough edges, but everybody could see through his gruff exterior.

I was fine until the two young airmen did the flag folding ceremony.

"… on behalf of a grateful nation…"

He'd just turned 60. Cancer.

God bless all our good veterans.

We need to remember something our dads and granddads and great-granddads knew: You don't have to be a "perfect" man to be a good one.

Get your ass out there in the world and just be a GOOD one.