I came home from Nam on leave after three years there. my father wanted me to come to lunch with some of his friends and him. I said ok but he wanted me to wear my uniform and medals.I said no, it's 1969 and it's a hot issue. he asked if I was afraid I said no, I just don't need any trouble. the up shot is I wore my uniform, I'm walking down michigan ave.(Chicago) a man walked up to me out of the blue, and spit on my medals. I lost it and beat him severly. to cops came up and wanted to know what was going on. I answered them in my best N.Irish brogue. they also being from the old sod took him off to jail. I had lunch with the boys, but I'll never forget it. turns out he was a lawyer and they held him without bail for a couple of days. I had an other incident in San Fransisco but I expected it there and let it go. I don't think any one was more anit-war than the grunts fighting it, but we thought it was our responsibility as it says in the constitution.(I was a newly sworn citizen)I did not understand the tratorus activity here (by the polititions and stuidents)