To distant Friends also. I dreamt a few nights ago that I was standing in an airport watching returning Vet’s and someone spit at a Soldier. I calmly walked up to that person and spit in their face. Obviously I had recently read an article of returning Vietnam ‘boys’ and somewhere in my mind the wheels were still turning.
I remember shopping on the Rive Gauche. They were selling US ODs with bullet holes. I stayed calm. -ish
The uniforms were stolen from the US hospitals in Vietnam. They were supposed to be burned. They weren't.