I had just showered and put a fresh uniform (Air Force) on for my first leg home. citizens, and they knew that if this burly Green Beret did nothing they (protesters) had won, and if the burly Green Beret retaliated, they (protesters) still won. Ībout that image of a burly Green Beret walking through the airport and being spat upon by a war protester - let's also remember that most war protesters or hippies or whatever name you want to attach to them were also becoming very aware of their rights as U.S. The person who spat on me was wearing a shirt that said 'Welcome Home Baby-Killer.'. Literally because I saw others spat upon, and figuratively because to spit on one Vietnam veteran is to spit on them all. Of course, I know this score to be wrong. If I were the only one to be spat upon, the score would be: not spat upon, 1,999,999, spat upon, 1. This was one hell of a lot more than I received upon arrival. A very kind Vietnamese woman at the Transit Company washed and ironed it for me so that I could come home to the country I love looking nice. No, I didn't have mud, dirt, or gunpowder on my uniform. To be exact, it was the same uniform that I wore during the last Fire Support Mission I was involved in, just 36 hours before landing in San Francisco Airport. San Francisco International Airport on Octoat 3:15 p.m., and yes, I was still in uniform. "Yes, I am a Vietnam veteran who was spat upon - literally and figuratively.Among some of the specific stories of Vietnam veterans being spit upon that are excerpted from Chicago syndicated columnist Bob Greene's book, Homecoming: When the Soldiers Returned from Vietnam :
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