I enjoyed the hippie life and I enjoyed California and I fought the draft that I didn’t believe in, but after I beat the draft and won my permanent deferment I almost immediately enlisted in the army and asked for jump school.
There was never a time when I did not support our efforts in Vietnam and I was never the type to not make that clear, no matter who I was with or where I was.
One thing that I would not tolerate during my hippie days was draft dodgers that left the country, that proved that they were not standing on principle and I would insist that they leave the house (they often made appearances in the states), if it was a party where I was a stranger then I would make a public appeal to the host to remove the coward or else I was leaving, I kind of liked doing it because it gave me a chance to shock complacent people and make them think, I like to think that most people got my point and agreed with me. Oh, and like always I would have a paperback book in my pocket.
By the way although we were all doing similar things and never discussed it, both of my brothers and my only stepbrother at the time enlisted at different times during the war.
So many cliches and stereotypes of the 1960s are not accurate.