It’s pretty common for service men and women to be thanked for their service by passing strangers. Not so long ago, it wasn’t common.
I recall the first time it happened to me. I was grunting through my morning workout at the local Gold’s Gym. A young man – a big, muscle man – spotted my tee shirt with its Naval Academy crest and the word N A V Y in bold block letters.
“Prior service?” he asked. (It was clear from my graying temples that I was not currently on active duty.)
“Yes,” I responded.