![At the V.A. Hospital](/content/images/size/w30/sites/default/files/styles/max_2000x2000/public/images/articles/wounded-veteran.jpg)
At the V.A. Hospital
We were your warhammers, your clear-eyed hoplites, your guardians. Were.
We were your warhammers, your clear-eyed hoplites, your guardians. Were.
My name is Jack, and I'm a combat veteran. ("Hi, Jack!") Please note that being a combat vet doesn't make me more eligible than you or anyone else to run for office. It doesn't even qualify me to advise you on whom to vote for.