VFW Book Signing. Resurrected Post.

Yesterday I held a signing at a Veterans of Foreign Wars event. I truly hope those who purchased “Reunion” enjoy it; these aren’t folks I’d care to disappoint. They risked quite a bit for the country, the least I can do is provide some competent entertainment.

I like to armor up before a signing.

The VFW held the event at the Evergreen Air and Space Museum. I’d been wanting to visit for years. I finally got a chance to see some of the exhibits. And without having to pay for admission. Of course ogling rockets and jets from the mezzanine didn’t truly scratch the itch. Still, an impressive collection to view.

What I could see when not signing books.

I’m not a member of the VFW. My deployments do not qualify as ‘wars.’ I don’t write much about my time in uniform. Primarily because there’s not much to write about. At most I came away with a few amusing anecdotes and bad feet. I don’t want to be one of those pathetic nimrods who plays up his uneventful time in service as an endless series of hair-raising adventures: “So, there I was…” To hell with those guys, I refuse to join their mewling ranks.

So my hat is off to the VFW members I met. They all deserve our respect. At the least they have mine.

And some of them also have a copy of “Reunion.” So there’s that.

Bonus pictures! Because I care.

The caboose of the Spruce Goose.