Dr. NoSleep

They served their country.

They did what they were supposed to do.

Wasn't pleasant, and hell, maybe it wasn't good either.

I watched as his hand slipped over his service weapon.

He slipped it coolly out of the holster and pretended to inspect it.

Some folks serve this country more than others.

Ain't it their right to want to keep quiet about it?

He flicked the safety off the pistol and for emphasis, he tapped it against the roof of the car.

I remember the way he looked at me with this knowing grin on his face.

He looked up and down the road, almost as if to make sure we were alone.

His patrol car was parked right in front of me, almost bumper to bumper with mine.

He spoke in a calm, collected tone.

I remember he never raised his voice.

He only just kept slowly tapping his service weapon on the roof, leaning himself in just a bit so I could look him right in the eyes.

I, yeah, I think so.

You think what?

I think we should just let those veterans keep it to themselves.

At this, the officer seemed to change.

He looked at me for another good few seconds before he laughed heartily.

That menacing look in his eyes melted away instantly, and in less than a second, he was back to a regular, friendly state trooper.