"I was just hours back from Nam when I was in a crowd inside San Francisco Airport. I was waiting for a flight home to Klamath Falls, Oregon, but I was feeling waves of panic that I was having a harder and harder time controlling. I just felt so defenseless being within striking distance of so many strangers and not having a weapon with which to defend myself. I needed to be alone, so I went outside into the night and walked down a long crescent shaped sidewalk to where it's end was in shadow. I stood there until I figured my flight was about to board. As I walked up toward the terminal and into the bright portion of the sidewalk, a group of about ten men and women my age (19), unfolded their circle and stood in line and spit at me and called me names, one of which was 'baby killer'. I was surprised and ashamed that I just kept walking and didn't even say a word in my own defense. I never told a soul about that incident until I was much older and could distinguish their shame from my own. I hated being a Marine more than they could possibly know. I was glad to be alive and not have killed a child. They couldn't know how good that felt. But had I killed a child, their words and spit would have been a welcome respite from my inner hell. One more thing, this incident was witnessed by at least a dozen other men and women, well dressed and some middle aged. Not one even acknowledged it was happening, let alone defended me. That shocked me more than the assault.

Finally, I support our troops; the ones who have no rank and are doing the dying. If this country can't decide what it's doing in Iraq, it has no business asking these young people to do the killing and dying. Bring them home from Iraq now." -- M. Yinger

So there you go. I guess he's lying too, right?