Start now. When you see someone in uniform being hassled by an agitator, assist a buddy. Don't just sit on your Michael Moore and let it happen. It ain't gonna happen again on my watch.
Denver airport, 1972. I was in two casts, one on each arm. I had on my 1505s with my I was there ribbons. Three freaks with nothing better to do chose me as their "designated baby killer". I yelled as loud as they did but the good folk sitting around us said and did...nothing, zero, nada zip. They just looked away.
The cops took me away to "cool off".
An AA pilot who saw it all and saw my wings bumped me to first class later.
The soldiers are trained to defend themselves, they don't need us. If you feel like helping them, go ahead.
But that isn't the question, the question is; when do we get our freedom back? Iraq is free, we aren't. Where do we start?