Hi Tina,
Answering Talley and following old Country Joe and the Fish around on his links was a real Time Warp.
Man! All the old feelings of the time are still indelibly printed.
Imagine, Country Joe, the outspoken Revolutionary with an FBI file and CANCELLED from the Ed Sullivan Show because of "Gimme an F.U.C.K" intro to his "Fixin on Dying" tune at some concert, has a website nowadays.
We just saw the Grassroots at our local Fair. After 35 years those guys are still beating the concert circuit. It was great.
As for myself, I was pretty well torn apart. On the one hand I got my father and uncles that did their part in WW2.
My dad was a ground crew Chief with the 8th Air Force assigned to keeping their designated B17, "The Darling Lee", flying out of England. It would come in all shot to shit and they would fix it up and get it back in the air for yet another mission. I've got photos of my dad when he went in while still but 21 or 22 and after 2 years in England his photos looked like he aged over 10 years. And he wasn't even getting shot at.
He succumbed to cancer at 40 when I was 11.
Now here is another war with the good guys fighting the evil bad guys?
Thats how my uncles viewed it anyway. Especially one in particular who served in the South Pacific Navy.
Anyway, defecting to Canada for political asylum wasn't an option for me. I'd forever be a Benedict Arnold in the family memoirs.
Fortunately, I had a great history teacher my senior year High School(class of 68)He really gave us the whole Vietnam political scene and early US involvement up to the present garbage currently in motion.
Anyway, running down to the local recruitment office for the Army or Marines and signing up so I could blow up the evil bad Commie Guys fixin on invading our Western Seaboard, was also not an option either.
After all, it was a CIVIL WAR, with hostilities stretching back for centuries.
Man! The Government Propaganda in those days.
"If WE Don't Stop the Godless Commies in S.E.Asia, They will soon be invading Our Western Seaboard and Raping your Mothers and Sisters."
So I did the next best thing and stayed in school using the "School Deferment" option.
My step brother Bill still cracks me up. He opted for a more permanent deferment by taking advantage of the military's "NO GAYS ALLOWED" rule. He managed to pull it off too(pardon the pun.)
Always meant to press him for more details on his "Final Exam" as it were, but decided the less I knew the better.
Shows what sort of convictions I got, Eh What? I'd a rather got shot at.
Nonetheless, the Government still made sure that if we deferment types screwed up our deferments, they were standing by with a BIG SMILE waitin for us with wide open arms.
We still had to go through the physical and testing process to make sure we were fit enough to be shot at. Naturally I passed with flying colors.
It was pretty strange seeing just about everybody I've ever known since kindergarden mostly naked and herded like cattle.
Again my abysmal lack of convictions showed threw during the written exam part. Right next to me was the classic full bearded hippie type looking a bit like John Lennon complete with head band and round eyeglasses, who at the start of the test went and sat on the floor right next to me and started doing some Mantra Chanting. "OMMMMMMMM" "OMMMMMMMM"
Back then, I'm thinking "Heres a Nutjob"
Nowadays I'm thinking "What a Genius"
Well, this freaked out the examiners and they ended up dragging him off. I recall the poor guy's feet didn't even touch the ground all the way out the door. Later we caught glimpses of him as they dragged him through with the rest of us, like during the physical. The examiners had a time of it making this guy bend over and say "AHHH". I think it took like four of them to do it.
Wonder whatever happened to that guy!
Well I bounced around one school to another.
Went to a lot of great Rallys.
The Three Day Nonstop Concerts on campuses like at U Of Mass were great.
I decided that Woodstock was too far to drive, but my sister managed to make it. She spent most of it stuck in traffic though, but she still has the ticket stub and a T-Shirt.
Never bothered me too much for not going cuz I hate traffic and the weather sucked, but still, who knew, as concerts go, that it would never be equalled.
It would be Cool to be able to say, "Yep! I was at Woodstock".
Any Woodstock Folk here?
Well the Party Scene was starting to mess with my Deferment Scene and the Government Guys started following me around with a butterfly net.
Then somebody got the bright idea about having a Lottery.
I suspect that it was more to ease the G-Guy's concience more than to give us Cannon Fodder types a chance at winning or losing.
Like "HEY!!! It ain't our fault you drew a lousy number"
Anyways, I pulled a number 202 which weren't bad but not great either since they were hauling off 40 or so numbers at a time. It weren't going to take too long to get to good old 202. Sure enough, in no time at all they got to number 195.
So I thought, Well, Here it is! I ain't going to Canada and My School Deferment is Toast. I think I figured that by the time I got into the Air Force or the Navy which I think were pretty jammed up that my number would be up anyway.
So I decided to PARTY!!!
I ended up hitchiking all over the Hawaiian Islands and up and down the California coast and visiting my 4-F Defered cousin in Arizona.
Every month they stayed on 195 was another month reprieve to PARTY some more.
As it turned out, they stayed on 195 till the end of the year, then they had the Second Lottery. So I was basically saved unless they killed off all the Second Lottery guys in which case they would have picked up where they left off in the First Lottery or hopefully by then had a Third Lottery.
So there you go!
Man! That was a long war.
Lost some good friends and neighbors.
Joe, Who still thinks Tie Dye is still HIP and who can still just barely make it into an old pair of Bell Bottoms. Not bad for an Old Hippy, Eh What?