...and for that very important (to me) reason (not the chatterbox part), I have kept my US Coast Guard enlistment close to my vest. I don't mind talking with other Vets and friends, but I consider it "stolen valor" to make more of my service, half way around the world out of combat harm's way in a fast growing to adulthood environment while safely expanding my World View.
Ain't no way to spin my service experience as 'equal' to those who fought in Vietnam, just because I served the same dates and times that they served. Combat Vets have a special place in my head and heart. You can't see it to tell us apart, but I KNOW, and that is what makes it important.
Thank you for your service lloyd. I did get the late '70's blowback from the General Public through high dollar neighborhood signs in yards, "Sailors and Dogs Keep Off of the Grass" which said nothing about not pissing in their unlighted, no closed circut or recorded TV, and unlocked vehicle gas tanks.
Their engines probably ran better through the octane I added those wobbly nights returning from some bar. Portsmouth, VA, where the Madrona berthed, was for ever over shadowed by the US Navy's Norfolk (no ****), VA, Naval Station a few miles up the road. Talk about devoid of women...for the first time ever, the CG recruited, trained, and filled its on base field positions with women, simultaneously throughout my dates of enlistment. Girls I had seen in Basic Training in New Jersey were PCS to Base Guard Duty positions in Portsmouth (and throughout the Nation). They had a lot of nice girls (ref. To ZZ Top).