LOL! Boy, talk about crossing streams!
I was living somewhat of an insular life on a military base overseas at the height of the Vietnam war, and I hero-worshiped my dad, who was the XO of the base over in the Philippines.
That was my dad and my friend’s dads they were denigrating and calling them all kinds of names and it really made me angry.
One of my sisters became a total hippie squatting on land up in Northern Vermont in a commune with no electricity or running water (and one of the other hippies up there was Linda Kasabian!) another brother followed the hippie path closely but raising a family and paying taxes eventually made him a conservative, and another brother became a full-on Leftist.
Sigh. We all go our own way in life...you ended up here on Free Republic on my side...I think!
After Vietnam, we had an invasion of hippies at App State in the mid 70’s. All were former military. Many were Vietnam vets. They were drawn to the weed culture of Boone, cheap land and the girls. Oddly, most of the ones I knew were Marines.