In 1968 I was returning home to Morris, Illinois from Walter Reed Medical Center. Wearing civilian clothes and on crutches as told to make travel less noticeable , I met with resistance all the way home. Wearing one low-quarter dress shoe was a dead giveaway to the war protesters, draft dodgers, etc. that seemed to be everywhere in the airports. Humiliation was the norm when returning home and not telling anyone of my Viet Nam service. I did not do anything wrong! I was called and went to serve! At 26 years of age married and one child, I became "Pappy" to my squad of kids , the worst feeling in life was to see them die for our country! Thinking that they could have burnt their draft cards. However, the worst memory of being called a baby killer and told "You lost your war" at a local veterans' post tops the sadness. To this day I refuse to join that post.
Wendell JohnsonMorris, IL