I volunteered for the Air Force in 1968. After they tested me they said they would train me as a jet-engine mechanic. I went through the pyschical ant they pulled me aside and said - no go, heart murmur.
I appealed at the Boston Navy Hospital. No go.
So I drove my motorcycle to Los Angeles, met a lot girls then San Francisco and met different kinds of girls. Went back to LA then left after a year.
After that, I was an A student until I graduated.
I hated when some hippie said I was another draft dodger.
Hence: Namvolunteer
I was there. It wasn’t hippies calling people draft dodger. It was guys with flags sewed onto their jackets and squared off side burns. Not America;s finest hour.