I was stationed in Ca. in65 during the protest of the nam war. I was over there 2 times, the first return when coming thru the terminal in Ca. I to was spit on and could not understand how one American could do this and call a soldier the names they called us, well I could not take it anymore when I was surrounded and felt like all I could do was fight my way out, which I did. My second return was on my back and straight to Walter reed and there for what seemed like forever. Then I found out that the young man that saved my life was there and after begging my way to him so I could thank him which I did even after he was medical discharged until his passing which still hurts for I lost a very important part of my life (My Brother) which I meet in nam. By the way he was a young black man and I am white but color was not in either mind just love for a brother that was willing to put their life on the line for you. This has been with me for many years and will never forget. I still went by his home to see his mother until her passing for that was my family. God Bless our brothers/sisters past and present. Wish this is the way it would be now.

Anonymous
Valdosta, GA