Well folks, unless you were there you have no idea. I returned on the day that Time/Newsweek/etc released the My Lai pictures. I left Seattle WA to fly back to Boston, through NY. We had to fly in uniform or pay full fare. No I wasn't spit on, but I certainly felt like it. Ironically, the reality of My Lai was only on the news stands. While there was plenty of shit to go around, for most of us, there were no My Lai's. I still wear the scars from that year, both inside and out, but with the anger pretty much dissipated, it is easier. I also think this book serves no purpose - or at least no good purpose. I joined those of you who fought against the war when I returned - some pretty amazing stories there, too. (Yes DougR, I spent the next year in Washington - New Mob, etc. - so I know what you mean.
What I want to say, though, is that I appreciate all of you (both on the Mudcat and everywhere else) who have come to accept those of us who were there. It means so much, and it is through my tears that I say thank you.

DW