I lived through it, I know what it was. Wearing a uniform in O’hara Airport and getting spit on. Get home, grow your hair long and protest real good and you might get laid. Probably not as good as a LBFM but better than nothing.
I got one of those LBFMs, but not till 1984, when I was stationed in Germany. My son, from her, is a USAF pilot.