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booksbenji
04-30-05, 10:19 PM
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I WILL LET Y'ALL SPEAK Y'ALL MINDS AND THEN I WILL FORWARD EVERYTHING TO HIM OR Y'ALL CAN: <br />
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Debunking a Spitting Image <br />
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By Jerry Lembcke, April 30, 2005 <br />
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STORIES ABOUT...

jo1753
04-30-05, 11:47 PM
Jerry Lembcke,........This is BS. and shows the narrow mindedness writers can have at times. Yes alot/most military troops were flown straight into military bases when coming back. But writer...

Sgted
05-01-05, 12:31 AM
The bigger part of my 2 round trips to Vietnam were flown on civilian airlines in and out of civilian airports.
Because I was flying at the U.S Governments expense I was REQUIRED to fly in uniform.
It was no secret to me that there was bitter and divisive sentiment here in the States towards the Vietnam war, and, to a lesser extent, towards the Marine or soldier fighting that war. I was keenly aware of this on my second trip back from WESTPAC. So much so that I changed out of my winter greens and into civies in the bathroom of LAX. I had heard of incidents much worse then spitting. I had no desire to survive the war only to return to the states to become a casualty.
How true the stories were of these incidents I do not know.
In Vietnam we did not have 24 hour on-the-spot news coverage.
We had AFVN radio & TV that I'm sure filtered the news as to keep this demorolizing stuff out of the fighting man's eyes & ears.
Assuming that actually spitting on Vietnam Vets is an urban legend still cannot erase the hostility this country displayed towards the Marines & Soldiers who did an honorable job of fighting a war this government ordered us to fight.
That, my friend, is just as bad as being spat on thousands of times over & over again.
I removed my uniform at LAX because I was ashamed (at the time) of my participation in a war that divided a nation with ME in the middle.
Spit or not, it demorolized, shamed, hurt, robbed and killed alot of damn good men.

Wyoming
05-01-05, 01:02 AM
Went to RVN in late August of ’66 as a member of HMM-165. Was a Crew Chief and spent my time with HMM-365 / HMM-165 & HMM-164. I had trained on 34’s and 46’s at LTA in Tustin, but I digress.


Upon our return to CONUS, in September of ’67, and after a few days in Okinawa, being processed or something, the Freedom Bird flew us to El Toro.

We went through the usual processing and customs BS, donned our uniforms and boarded a bus to LAX. Must have been 6-8 of us.

Strange bus ride. A woman and her 15-16 year old daughter boarded the bus somewhere along the route. I recall the young lady turning around and simply looking at us. Once her Mother noticed, she was immediately counseled and told to turn around and not look at ‘them ’. Didn’t know what the hell was going on and those were the 1st round eyes most of us had seen except on R&R. No biggie, we enjoyed the sights to LAX and didn’t think anything of the issue.

Arrived LAX. Went to the ticket counter, checked in and dropped our bags. Three of us were headed to San Antonio. We decided to simply walk about while waiting on our flight.

We were approached by a group of ‘long haired, hippie-fied, communist pinko MF's ’, male and female (and I use that term loosely) alike, who proceeded to chastise us and spit upon and in our direction. We honestly didn’t know what the hell was going on.

Several SP’s appeared out of nowhere and ‘escorted ’ us to the USO Club and told us to stay there until our flight was to board and if we had any, to change into civilian clothes. Looking back, I don’t see what good that would have done as we wore our hair high and tight and were a bit gaunt.

Anyhoo, once inside, we talked out the experience with a bunch of other returnees and found that they too, were in the USO for the same reason.

We were tired and wanted only to get on a plane, so we stayed in the club.

Upon making the flight and reaching our destination in Texas, we found the atmosphere totally different. We weren’t so much welcomed with a band and confetti, but we weren’t hassled.

Three weeks later I made the return flight to LAX, in uniform, but I was a bit more wary and didn’t have the same ‘deer in headlights look’ as before. No problems of any major deal.


To this day, it still ****es me off to no end. The whole return business sucked.

Wannabees and their ilk, along with the ***** called Fonda, and writers, professors and the like, who spout their ****, have no welcome, nor will receive any quarter from me.

All of them, along with this ******* Jerry Lembcke, can rear up and kiss my rebel ass.

My story. True as the day is long.

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d c taveapont
05-01-05, 07:01 PM
No problem coming home for me. 1971. but then i'm indian who wants to be around indians.....