I suspect you'd be the same way.
If you saw someone taunting our guys, your blood would boil, and it wouldn't make any difference if you got your butt stomped into the pavement, you'd get in one good punch.
I just wish I had been there for the guys coming back from VietNam. I'll never forgive myself for that.
I lost some good friends there, but I wasn't even there to welcome the survivors back home.
I was too busy in my own little world.
That won't happen again, so help me God!