Exit through the beach club, exit through suburbia, just exit.
When I bought this jacket I encountered such a lovely experience. I went to the local army navy surplus and was greeted by the most sincere customer service, a man around my parents age helped me find the perfect camo jacket for me, while treating me with such chivalry. I sort of like doing everything on my own when I'm shopping but the man was so sweet and helpful I couldn't say no. Then when I got in the car to drive home I began tearing up, why? Well one, I am full of a lot of feelings, and two I strongly support my troops. I am a prideful american, I love my country, and I love the men and women who protect me and so many others. Now I know some might say wearing a piece of uniform mocks the men and women that serve me but, I disagree. I wear this in honor of them, I wear this because someone once wore it while flying a plane, or servicing an air force plane engine. I don't even care what they were doing but I hold this jacket in my arms now, and it once was a part of someones everyday uniform, someones everyday sacrifice, and ladies and gents, that's why I cried. I cried because I own something that is now very sentimental to me. I wear this because of the person that used to fill it. I wear it because it has a legacy.