Most Americans have their eyes and ears focused on the fifth of November. The election is winding down, and no matter who wins, I expect we’ll endure a season or two of shenanigans and chaos. But rather than bogging down in election-year drama, another day in November has my attention.

Veteran’s Day is Nov. 11. For much of my younger life, Veteran’s Day was about elderly men marching in their American Legion or Veterans of Foreign Wars paraphernalia with maybe an Honor Guard from the local high school ROTC. They wore funny little hats known as flight caps, garrison caps, or side caps. I knew they were being feted for their service, but that service seemed like something from another era. In most cases, it was.

Some years later, I, too, signed on the dotted line and took an oath:

“I do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States, and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice. So, help me, God.”

My mom was upset that I had enlisted and wanted to know why. I told her I had a girl in every port and needed a way to see them, but that answer did me no favors.

After serving six years and traveling worldwide wearing my own funny little hat, my enlistment was over. At the time, it didn’t dawn on me that I was then a veteran.

Fast forward many years, and I look back at my time in the U.S. Navy with much gratitude and pride. Oddly enough, it seems like the same pride I once saw in those old guys wearing strange little hats.

I get it now. While proud of my time in the Navy, I have no genuine desire to be honored for my service. It’s not comfortable to have attention drawn to it. And yet, most veterans I know are worthy of the honor. They gave up years of their lives, and many became genuine heroes. Much respect is due to them.

However, if you truly want to honor a veteran, emulate their service. Find someone or some situation and serve. Not for glory. Not for recognition. Instead, serve for the sheer joy of making this world better.

“For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.” (Mark‬ 10‬:45‬ CSB‬‬)

Les Ferguson Jr. grew up in Vicksburg and is a 1980 graduate of Warren Central High School. He holds a B.A. in Bible from Magnolia Bible College and an M.A. in New Testament Preaching from Johnson University. He lives and ministers in Oxford, Miss., and is the author of “Still Wrestling—Faith Renewed through Brokenness.” He can be reached at lfergusonjr@gmail.com.