Two different times in the late 60`s and early 70`s. I stood at the ticket counter of the San Fransisco`s Airport trying to buy a ticket home to Joplin Mo to be with my family after a long absent`s . Wiping spit off of Me and my Uniform, along with the other GI`s I rode from Viet Nam with, put there by those wonderfull people that lived in San Fransisco. It must have been, great sport for them, and they must have been having a wonderfull time. With all laughing and all the NASTY name calling thoes wonderfull people from San Fransisco were doing to us. Along with all the Pictures and Movies they took of us walking thru them in that parking lot , and receveing their wonderfull welcome. All the while we just wanted to get inside the terminal, so their unique welcome home would stop. I have never forgotten or forgiven them for this. So I don`t much care if any bad things happen to thoes wonderfull people from San Fransisco. I still to this day do not under stand, why they thought they had the right to do that to us. And why didn`t someone, anyone put a stop to it.
DAM THEM, DAM THEIR SOULS
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