Pete is one bad-ass veteran. He lived under the ocean for like, five years, fixing diesel engines, traveling the underbelly of the world and fermenting booze in ketchup bottles. Submariners are a special breed, that's for sure.
So for Veteran's Day (after Pete came home from a super long day of work), I took Pete to the most fitting place I could think of to honor his service: Hooters. Because nothing says "Thank You Veterans" better than free wings, hot pants and tube socks.