Even then, as young and clueless as i was, i knew that if the boot had been on the other foot, the North Vietnamese soldiers would have killed our babies, in a second, and laughed about it.
So, that war was messed up enough, only to come back and have a buncha spoiled college kids spit in your face. Uh, that's no help for a soldier to become acclimated to civilian life, to getting a job, and keeping it...and keeping himself from throttling some smug little snow-flake dry-cleaners' supervisor (whose daddy had the pull to keep his smooth-palmed little boy from getting drafted).
Anyway, break is over.
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