Seriously.
I stopped in a McDonald's to grab a burger on the way to a meeting at my church. As I sat munching my burger, an older gent (looked about my age, which is mid/late 60s) walked by on his way to the men's room. He was wearing a military-style cap (not the baseball caps we wore when I was in the Army but the Marine style, such as the Army wears today) with a set of captain's bars on it. I figured him for another over-the-hill Vietnam vet like myself, so just for camraderie I gave him a salute as he went by, and he returned it.
On his way back from the loo, he stopped and asked if I had been in the military. I just said "Vietnam, 1968." He responded by thanking me for serving, which I thought a bit odd coming from a fellow (I thought) veteran. Then he said he hadn't had anyone salute him since he retired, so I asked him how long he'd been out. He said he retired in February.
Mind you, this dude was a seriously senior citizen, at least 100 pounds overweight, and walking on a cane. If he retired six months ago as a Captain from any U.S. armed force, we're in bigger trouble than we ever imagined. But ... not to worry.
He lingered to chat while his wife did the ordering. Turns out, he wasn't in the military. He worked armed security (and "personal protection of VIPs"). The discussion somehow came around to guns and gear, and he proudly told me that he always wore a tactical vest, that he carried a "fowtee" because he liked having the extra firepower, and that he always carried nine (9!!!) extra magazines because "when the bad guys start shooting you can't have enough ammo."
Nice enough guy, I guess, but ...