Amen tho I felt neither god-like nor invulnerable. I was scared shitless most of the time, at least for a while, and then was mostly numb. I blessed the fast movers when they got our asses out of a jam and damned them when I knew they'd be going back to white sheets and porcelein while I "lived" in the mud and the bugs and the stink. We did have some good officers tho, guys who lived down and dirty with us, who didn't just walk "around the field and confirmed body count". If I had my druthers about the military experience I'd want to see in a president, it would be to have one of those officers or one of our NCOs, men who lived it with us at our level, in the Oval Office. Whether or not by itself that's sufficient qualification to be president is another thing entirely. Yet, if someone is to give the order for my children or my grandchildren to go into harm's way, I'd rather it be from a person who has personally looked into the eyes of scared teenagers and ordered them to do this or that or go here or there knowing full well that the chances of them going home in a body bag were high.