Who supported you while you were making the transition from military life to civilian life?

SPC Margaret Higgins First and foremost my family and close friends. Lastly, I enjoyed the Soldier For Life agencies on my transition.
https://soldierforlife.army.mil/

That would be me. Vietnam was mot talked about. Just had to "blend in" and get a job. Went back to school.

SPC Margaret Higgins
My wife and my friends supported me during the transition from military to civilian life especially my wife :-)

When I got discharged in ‘68 I was a handsome 23 yr old. It is a different time now from then. So the support I got after leaving the service as an artillery surveyor came mostly from hippie women. The first to do so I call an acid Gura, a non-church going Christian magician, a strawberry blonde from Texas. She did what seemed to me to be magical things and taught me many things I now call practical magic, the ability to shift physical reality at will. Once she felt I was on my feet she moved on with our child, her rejoining with a previous lover. After her a few other hippie women offered me various kinds of succor which I indulged in as long as they were willing to offer their gifts, so to speak. What usually ended those relationships was my determination not to be someone’s beast of burden by getting a routine job for hourly wages. I had learned from the Gura that the universe provides in very practical ways, making for no need to be tied down in routine, which was something those hippie women expected me to do, be tied down to routine. Even their love making became routine. So either they left me or I left them. Most often the leaving, no matter who left who, was agreed upon, but not always. I was a romantic, so married three time before my present wife of 36 happy years now, no end in sight. She worked at Stanford in a grant project when we met. She went on to get a PhD, during which time I entered the VA system for help with a deteriorating injury received in Vietnam. I was awarded 100% disability for the injury and PTSD. We now live a simple life within our means, not working for money, serving, in our day to day motion, those we encounter who need and want served.

No one. My parents made me start self-support at 13 to include all aspects from clothes to meals to work. They didn't show for my HS graduation. I was recruited straight from HS to a machine shop making aircraft engine parts, no attaboys nothing. When I joined the Army I wrote with job info about promotions. No replies. When I left the state's I drove home a '72 Firebird 2nd year under new body style. They had a barn and I asked them to store it. When I got home no car. I asked where it was I got a very nonchalant we sold it and we spent the money. I probably went 15 years with out seeing or talking to my Dad. No remorse, he offered no reasoning. Support was nonexistent. I pulled myself through my whole life.

My wife. Everyone else said I was nuts for not going 20.

I had a new family, was unemployed for 2 months then started a new job 60 miles away. We moved and went on with our life.

It was a tough time because I entered the military right after High school and had to leave after nearly 15 years of service. The military was my life experience.

I was already working before my Terminal Leave ended.

I supported myself. I had a job before I EAS'd and took terminal leave to begin a new career.

I supported myself. I had saved quite a bit of money my last six months. I got out 28 May, 1979 and had my dream job by 9 July. June was 30 days terminal leave. We have always been rather independent.