I got spit on a few times until I kicked the shit out of a spitter..A cop watched and never said a word (I was in uniform at the time).
Love it. First time I’ve heard a story about a vet taking it to the punks (on FR).
Would love to have put that on YouTube.
Once a few of us went to a Teach-In at George Washington Un. in the late evening. Between the three of us, we had over 12 trips to Nam and 1 to Cambodia.
Each of us took terms educating the unwashed. Nobody really bothered us because of two things. My friend Dan would stand up in a dark leather outfit with sunglasses (bad eyes) and say to a speaker. “Shut the hell up. I was there. Let me tell you what really happened.” Got a lot of attention and silence.
Once when I joined in, my 6 foot long linked chain fell from around my waste (I was in combat khakis, etc). Nobody interrupted me when I spoke. I kinda liked their courtesy.
Wonder why they were so attentive?
Don’t you just love war stories, even if the war we fought was often at home?
“I got spit on a few times until I kicked the shit out of a spitter”.
I never got spit on, but I stayed in the Air Force for 20 more years after I came back. My favorite thing to do when someone ask he what I did in the military is to say if I told them I would have to kill them. Should see the looks on their face. I only do this with the young punks with purple hair.