I remember all too well how we were treated returning home from Vietnam
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First, thank you for your service.
Second, one of my dad’s good friends served in Vietnam and he got his leg shot up. As he came home, walking through O’Hare, walking with crutches, a bunch of hippies spit on him.
I can only imagine what must have happened to you. I’m so sorry to hear that.
Thank you...
I was never spit on, but the looks and the remarks were pretty bad at times...