[snakebitekit]

The year 1972, the country is in a slump, people looking for jobs, the lines were long. I was discharged on March 17 1972. I came home with no fan
fare, no parades, in fact I had to change clothes so no one would spit on me or call me a baby killer.
I went to Ford in Dearborn, Michigan, the Rouge plant, near my hometown, looking for a job. There were probably 50 to 60 people in the room looking for work. A man came out and shouted " any veterans here" several of us put our arms up. He then shouted "those with your hands up stay all others we have no more positions available".
I had a job. Ford in my mind IS AMERICA. I will never forget that day. I only worked for 89 days, 1 day short of the proverbial 90 days and your in for life, because it was not what or where I wanted to be. But God bless Ford for picking out the veterans. If you're old enough to rememer those times you're old enough to remember how we were treated. Ford went above and beyond.