YOUR SOURCE quoted the New York Times. Now that it doesn't confirm what he claims you blame...the New York Times. And me.

Shouldn't your anger be directed elsewhere? You know, your lying source.

My personal source is my eyes. You wern't there then all you have is something you read by someone who was not around when the spitting was done. By the way the New York Times of 1969 is not the rag you read today. 

Here's why I don't believe you. You posted something from a source who lied (the story was NOT about returning veterans) and you won't admit to it.

Am I wrong to therefore assume you lie about other things?

Read- John J. Quirk, South Holland, Ill.

After serving in Vietnam from June '66 to June '67, I returned to the States to a wonderful reception.

It was the first week in June. I landed at Travis Air Force Base in California, went to the Oakland Army Terminal, and was cleared to go home for 30 days' leave. I bought a ticket for a flight to Chicago that was scheduled to depart at approximately 4 p.m. Pacific Time. As I walked through the terminal, I noticed several long-haired people but thought nothing of it until I was approached by a young couple who stoped me and asked if I were returning from Nam.

As they were smiling and seemed friendly, I said yes. With that they both started calling me names -- Baby Killer and Fascist Dog, among others -- before the girl spat at me as her friend shoved me.

An airport security guard saw this and came over to help me. The couple just walked away and melted into the crowd. The security officer calmed me down and stayed with me until my flight left.----Paul Edward Jenkins, Cincinnati------

In early February 1972, I was in the honolulu airport -- in uniform -- with 200-plus other GIs who were returning to the world We were in Hawaii for a refueling; it was our first step on American soil, and it was very late at night.

Told to report back to the plane in an hour, the vast majority of us headed immediately for a cold one in the airport lounge. Stopping to buy a newspaper, I ended up about 50 feet behind the line moving toward the bar.

Two young guys -- complete with beards, long hair, John Lennon glasses and garbed in the appropriate apparel that the times dictated -- came into sight. It occurred to me that one of them resembled my best friend back home.

One fellow was leaning against the wall, the other half-kneeling, half-sitting on the floor. Their backpacks were beside them, and it was rather obvious that they were simply waiting on a plane. They weren't really protesting much of anything. No signs. Nothing.

My initial thought was, wow, "real people." And although I was a bit conservative at the time, I thought, "my people." It was great to be home.

As I drew nearer, they began with some remarks and grins to each other, and then directed them toward me. Their remarks and tone escalated very quickly from crude, to rude, to vulgar.

"My people" were angry. At me. It blew me away.

It would be ludicrous, all these years later, to pretend to remember exactly what was siad. But there is no forgetting the spitting.

They aimed at my feet. They missed. I kept walking, to the tune of "baby killer, baby killerDavid Alvarez, San Jose, Calif.

I apologize for taking so long to send this letter. I have a difficult time writing about things I would just as soon forget. You see, most of us still want to put the war behind us. For me it's been 16 years, and it's a shame that ridiculous movies like "First Blood" and "Apocalypse Now" had to be made before anyone cared enough to ask questions about us and our experiences.------

I was in the U.S. Navy from 1967 until 1971. During that time I experienced two spitting incidents.

The first time I was in transmit from my ship to a temporary duty station. It was the fall of 1970 and I was in Sacramento, Calif., bus station. I was wearing my dress blue uniform with my Vietnam service ribbons, and I was carrying my sea bag over one shoulder. I was confronted by five anit-war protesters -- two females and three males. They stopped to question me about my feelings about the war. I declined to comment. Suddeny one of the females began calling me a baby killer and spat on me.

Striking her would have been playing right into their hands, since I saw one of the group had a tape recorder and a camera ready to record my reaction. I'm sure they hoped I would react violently. However, I just walked away.

The second incident occurred when I returned from JVietnam in the fall of 1971. I was in my dress uniform in San Francisco airport waiting for my wife to arrive from out of state, when a guy ran up to me, called me a war monger, spat on me and ran off. I started after him, but I lost him in the airport crowd.

Both of these incidents have bothered me for years. Because in both instances I felt like I was in a fishbowl and everyone around me was waiting for a violent reaction which would confirm their suspicions that all returning veterans were baby killers and drug addicts.

These and other incidents made me question, to this day, why I went. And who did I really fight for? I finally realized that I fought for my country and for my own beliefs."------

Much of the nonsensical propaganda that Stalker posts is simply fabricated and often, completely untrue.

We should no more believe Stalker than we should believe Trump.

 What I post in on the internet -easy to verify or discredit. 

So, HM2 Davee-boi, you're telling us that you have PTSD from being spit on?

Toad, you back for more? I thought you had crawfished back to the tiny pond, where you are a big shot, to lick your wounds. 

Perhaps Kevin or Vegas Todd would be interested in this book: Homecoming: When the Soldiers Returned From Vietnam  by Bob Greene.    Words from Vietnam veterans.  

I challenge either of you to check this out and report back.  Though I'm certain you will instantly discredit the existence of the book or the veracity of the content, since it likely fits neither of your narratives.  

Your 1989 book came out over 15 years after the fact. Isn't it amazing that there are no news articles or letters about the spitting from 1967, 1968, 1969, 1970, 1971, 1972, or 1973? Why do you think that is?

Lacking any credible proof, let's just assume that it never happened.