Can you describe how you felt coming home from a deployment or combat?

Exhausted and stressed. Stayed exhausted but the stress dissappated over a few days,

I was spit on coming "home" in California. New Jersey not much better.

while it is Summarized as not Credible, as with much, the Media has removed many Actual Events that don't fit the Lefty plan!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homecoming:_When_the_Soldiers_Returned_from_Vietnam

https://www.foxnews.com/media/vietnam-war-veterans-veterans-day-return-home

https://www.startribune.com/disrespect-for-vietnam-vets-is-fact-not-fiction/160444095/

"But Lembcke is refuted by many other sources, including Jim Lindgren, a Northwestern University law professor who cited news accounts that documented many spitting incidents. One example: A 1967 Bucks County Courier Times article reporting that two sailors were spat on outside a high school football game by a gang of about 10 young men. One of the sailors was stabbed.

Others:

• In October 1967, Pulitzer Prize-winning reporter James Reston's front page article in the New York Times described his eyewitness account of protest behavior so vulgar that spitting was the least of the transgressions.

• Even Medal of Honor recipients were abused and "spat upon as 'monsters'," according to the head of the Congressional Medal of Honor Society, WWII medalist Thomas J. Kelly. Kelly recounted how about 200 anti-war protesters showed up one year to harass the Medal of Honor recipients at their annual dinner. WWII Medalist James Conners was unable to avoid a particularly obnoxious man yelling, "Killer, killer, killer." Conners decked him.

• Other spitting incidents were reported by Pulitzer Prize winners Max Frankel in the New York Times (November 1969) and Carl Bernstein in the Washington Post (May 1970).

Lembcke is an avowed socialist and has tried to use incomplete or dishonest research to lend credence to his government-as-pro-war conspiracy theories, to use the 9-million-plus Vietnam-era veterans as anti-war pawns.

Let's all stop listening to those who refuse to consider the facts. Our Vietnam experience ended more than 40 years past, and it deserves to be judged by history."

For my two deployments: sad, ecstatic, relieved, nervous, anxious, happy—-and I didn’t even know why I felt any of that!

That's one of the reasons why I always say "Welcome Home" to any Vietnam Veteran I meet, knowing what they had to put up with from their own countrymen. Most of them were drafted, so they were forced to fight in that war. Plus, the protesters had no idea the Viet Cong liked to hide with civilians because they knew it would be hard to shoot at them. However, when you are faced with a life or death situation, you do what you have to to survive.

My adversary was USSR submarines. They didn't shoot back, so my experience of deployment in the Atlantic and Mediterranean was not comparable to deployment of friends who flew helicopters in Southeast Asia. A squadron contemporary of mine observed that my personality changed significantly while we were deployed. His observation was that I smiled and laughed much more while deployed than while stateside. I told him he was just simply wrong. He was not. Deployments isolated and protected me from a spouse who had no appreciation for my military service, for the fact that she did not have to work, for my intellect, for my deep and abiding love for our daughters, or for the fact that I did not use Navy deployments to explore for other women. My return from deployment was not, for me, a joyful experience.

I felt the world slowed down. Everyone was petty. I lost my job at Good Sam Hospital in Puyallup, WA. I should have filed a lawsuit. Some lawsuits are petty. I really did love my job! 10 years to waste, Not really my docs treated me good.

Following my return from Vietnam in 1968 I immediately sought the comfort of my girlfriend, Katie, who smothered me with affection and gentleness that was in complete contradistinction to my military service. Psychologically, however, I was suffused with depilating anxiety and unremitting grief. I was only 20 years but existentially felt like a harried and traumatized old man nailed to a metaphorical crucifix to which I was impaled in suffocating agony. Paradoxically, her father took me on hunting trips which served to exacerbate my PTSD symptoms. I would have preferred to find oblivion in Katie's arms but her parents provided us with seperate sleeping arrangements. Lacking the opportunity to find emotional relief in sex I resorted to smoking marijuana in the backyard while Katie's parents were asleep. I was a guest in Katie's home and I was restricted in my actions by rigid rules that severely limited my attempts to purge myself of my anxiety. Her parents were religious Victorians living in the 2oth Century who held themselves in righteous verisimilitude. After two weeks of frustrated inactions I left and never contacted Katie again. These were the travails of a returning Vietnam veteran who faced countless obstacle's in my attempts to readjust to civilian life.

I was certainly relieved and happy to be home. After a 12-month mobilization to active duty, which included 10 months on the opposite side of the globe and about 11 months away from my wife and newborn first child, I felt like I was entering an entirely new and different phase of my life. For several years after, I marked time by my return home.

My first deployment Coming home from the Med on the Forrestal after months flying with the Saudi’s to a pier in the states Knowing not a single person I knew would be there was certainly lonely as a young buck. Then I remember my Fathers stories of coming home after WW II. And just counted my blessings that I was coming home My brother was on his way to Nam. But came out of Boot camp with 9 pins in each leg so my only Vietnam knowledge is with my Brethren I ride with. And I thank them for being here