I met a man today who shared a story with me and I've not been able to get his sad eyes out of my mind. He told me of how he'd served our country in Vietnam.
He told me how he'd lost his brother and a lot of his buddies in that war. And then he told me when he came home he was called "baby killer" and was spat on.
He looked into my eyes and said very quietly , "I dodged a lot of bullets but I couldn't dodge that spit."