Quote Originally Posted by Breukelen advocaat
Psycho4Bud wrote, "I would think one of their biggest fears is to come home to a public portraying them as woman and child killers. The way that the U.S. public welcomed the Vietnam War Vets home was disgraceful"

While they didn't get a ticker-tape parade down Fifth Avenue, I don't remember any incidents toward a vet that could be described as "disgraceful". About the only thing my ex-soldier friends were a little ticked-off about was the term "Crazed VietNam Veteran", which was used by the media to describe the occasional incident that happened well after the war was over. The images shown in the "Rambo" film didn't help.

The American public didn't portray them as "women and child killers". Not even the most radical anti-war organizations ever did that. The main focus of the anti-war movement was to bring the boys home, not insult or otherwise hurt them. I hope that the current anti-war movement is even more mindful of the soldiers' situations than those of the past.
In Febrary 1971 when I returned home, besides the lame questions of how many babies did I have to kill and how many villages did I help burn down, I had a little incident on a NYC bus. Wearing my Marine uniform with my ribbons from Vietnam (including my Purple Heart), the bus driver said that I could get on the bus for free, but I had to sit in the back of the bus. He didn't want me to cause any trouble.
http://www.capveterans.com/

And this never happened???
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