Returning From a the War
When I returned form Viet Nam, I found it hard to believe that so many Americans were anti war.
I was proud of my uniform and wore it every day. But finally took it off because I got tired of being approached people asking strange, almost hurtful questions. Like:
1) Did you enjoy killing women and children?
2) Did you know Lt. C?
3) How could a black man fight in a white man's war?
4) Bring any ears back with you?
It took me a while to realise that it wasn't I that was hated. It was the war that was hated.