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.
I’d like to give you a belated thank-you for your military service.
You guys got a raw deal when you returned home.
Well, I’ll say it now — thank your for your service. My husband was a Navy Medical Corpsman at that time — he has shared similar stories with me.
We were herded in to a building at Oakland Army Depot,
Been there, done that.
At every opportunity, I shake hands with service members and thank them.
Thank you for your service.