I came home the summer after Tet. I was not spit on,
but coming through LAX the looks would have killed.
It was all wiped away when a Korean vet bought me a
beer in the lounge.
I dreamed of the summer of love but just didn’t fit in.
Once on perimeter guard, sleeping on a cot in a bunker
I dreamed I was in San Francisco at a love in but then
got confused and thought I was dreaming about sleeping
on a sandy cot in some bunker while rats ran about over
head. Still find it difficult to sleep when hot.
I never forgot the kindness of that Korea vet or a totally
strange family who took us into their house in Seattle
when our flight back to Nam was delayed. They treated
several of us as though we were family. Sadly I never
got their names.
Beautiful. Let me share. I returned from Kunsan, Korea in April 1973, the same time as the last POWs where being brought home. When I landed at Travis, I saw people waiting for an aircraft, turned out to be the last group of POWs to return. I put my gear in a storage locker and went and welcomed those POWs home. Got to see that classic swirl and hug from POWs to wife that is shown in videos. One of the best moments of my life. God bless!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4aEKdKAjfdg&t=22s