When a man (or woman) serves their country in a war zone, either in combat or support, they deserve better when they return home...
I wasn’t spit on when I returned from Vietnam (I wasn’t the most peaceful looking guy). But I was called names and given looks of hate and disgust.
Every time I see a serviceman or woman today, I thank them for their service and their patriotism.
I would implore that we all do this... it could brighten their day a little...
Welcome home, JBW! Hugs, too.