My return from Vietnam was sure the opposite of what we saw yesterday. We were herded in to a building at Oakland Army Depot, measured for a Class A uniform then told to go to a mess hall for a steak but not to walk near a fence as the protesters would throw condoms filled with urine at us. The steak was like shoe soles. We then had to fly in Class A’s when we left there. No one said anything to me, but the looks said enough. Not a person came up to me and thanked me.
My request this Memorial Day is to find a veteran and thank him for what he did.