I was coming through LAX on my way home from eleven months in Nam when I encountered a bunch of Hippies. They started calling me baby killer when one got in my face screaming @ me. Thinking he was going to assault me I punched him, and he went down. The cops came and escorted me to a small room in the airport. Their sergeant asked what time my connecting flight was, then told me to hurry so I didn't miss it. (HM3, US Navy '64-'68)
After return to civilian life I knocked around at some dead end jobs before I saw an ad in the paper saying the local PD was hiring w/a preference for veterans. They swore me in in 1968 and I retired almost 30 yrs later. Married 52 yrs, two grown daughters and four grandkids. Life is good.
After return to civilian life I knocked around at some dead end jobs before I saw an ad in the paper saying the local PD was hiring w/a preference for veterans. They swore me in in 1968 and I retired almost 30 yrs later. Married 52 yrs, two grown daughters and four grandkids. Life is good.
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