Oh man, I'm a cluster of emotions. I graduated in '69, kicked around for a couple of years while doing a local college, joined the USN in '71. The deaths of those 4 college students was hard to take...couldn't imagine being their parents. I was proud of our flag, supported our military, was behind our government's war in Vietnam, still cry when I visit the Vietnam Memorial. I hated hippies and spit on protesters and draft-dodgers (figuratively). Now days, I've changed and classify myself as a war-protestor. While I wouldn't escape to Canada if I was called up for duty, I no longer support America's wars around the world. As for the music of that age...it was too good to turn my back on. I just had to separate the music from the politics of the music. Have a lot of that music on VINYL. Still ticked off that I didn't attend Woodstock.
“joined the USN in ‘71.”
I joined in ‘68—not sure yet where I was to be assigned.
Often played loudly around our base was, “We got to get outta this place if it’s the last thing we ever do”...
(Not that I can recall the group’s name). lol