Nobody dropped water bombs from a hotel window. Nobody set fire to the furniture. There were no fist fights in the lobby, no naked women running through the corridors, no drunks hell-raising in the streets. Delegates to the first convention of the American Veterans Committee, lustiest & loudest of the scores of burgeoning World War II-born veterans' groups, were too busy for horseplay.
Since it was organized in 1944, A.V.C. had tried hard to be different from the stodgy, conservative American Legion and the oligarchic Veterans of Foreign Wars. For three days...
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