VIETNAM VETS
For those returning, an uneasy welcome
I think most guys returning from Vietnam would have gone ballistic on someone spitting upon or even at them ("The myth of the spat-upon war veteran," David Sirota, June 8). The hippies didn't bother me; it was my own kind that ticked me off. I used to push wheelchairs to the Mayo Clinic before going into the Army.
I was standing on the corner of the world-famous medical center in my Class A uniform when some guys yelled at me that it was a disgrace to be wearing it. I also got crap from my fellow orderlies when I returned to work.
They had all been drafted and sent to Vietnam, but they would pretend they didn't know anything about the service and would ask me how many babies I killed.
And the janitor, whose son was killed in Vietnam -- we were friends before, but he hated my guts, because I had lived. And there were memories such as going to the VFW with my dad, a World War II marine, and feeling the scorn of the other WWII vets for some unexplained reason.
I'm sorry, but Mr. Obama doesn't know about Vietnam or its veterans, or he wouldn't be sending men and women to their deaths in some armpit of the world.
TIM CONNELLY, Richfield
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Sirota talks of myths. I think his windy talk and all of his sources are myths. I don't believe him. I'm no fan of President Obama, but I give him credit for at least mentioning the way we Vietnam vets were often treated by some ungrateful Americans.