I was around 11 y.o. when Saigon fell. Other than tearfully telling my mother I didn't want to be drafted at the ripe old age of 5 or 6 a few years prior, I don't remember a lot about Vietnam. I'm pretty sure in the blue-collar, western Massachusetts mill town where we lived at the time, any returning service members would have been revered almost as gods by the kind of people I knew in my extended family and their circle of friends. I had relatives that had served in WWII who viewed VN vets as fellow airmen, soldiers, sailors and marines and in no way less deserving of the same status they enjoyed as proud veterans. A few miles away at the university, it was probably a different story and I would bet that was typical for most of the US at the time.
It's Memorial Day, so please take a moment to remember the fallen who have served our country and made the ultimate sacrifice.