From Bud Brown, on Fri, 14 Apr 2000 01:38:15 GMT (in response to: No one ever spit on me.)
I flew back New Years Eve, 1968. When in the San Francisco airport, we were still warriors and intimidated the protestors away. When I got to Maine at midnight, the airport guy kept the airport open until my wife (I'd been gone for a year) came to get me in a snow storm. He thought I was a hero! One thing we who were there all know, it has a way of coming back to bite you. I found this website looking up the words to "Danny Boy". Go Figure.
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