We did, however, think it was pretty funny when we'd get some FNG right out of boot camp, get him drunk and take him over to the tattoo parlor on the premise that we were all getting tats, but him first! Of course, everybody left while he was getting tattooed.
I know, we were big old meanies...
When I was 17 or so, Dad advised that if I ever was tempted to get ink, that I should think it through three or four times, talk to somebody I trusted, and if I still had to have one, make sure it said "Mom". At least I'd never be ashamed of that.
Said advice was apparently given to him by his Navy Chief (in the '50s).