I got my welcome home in 1971 at Callahan's Tavern in Quincy Massachusetts. I walked in just after I got back and the old bartender said, "You're Jimmy Hagan's boy aren't you?" I said "Yes". He said, "Haven't seen you for a while. Where ya been?" I told him I just got back from Vietnam and was a civilian again. He says, "Welcome home. This one is on the house. What are you drinking?" My answer was, "Beer ... the coldest one you got!" One advantage to growing up in an Irish/Italian working class neighborhood. Not much anti-war BS in Quincy.

Frank Hagan
Vernon, AZ