I was in radar school in the summer of '69 when I got my draft card proclaiming me 1A. My buddy and I were wandering around Golden Gate Park one Sunday when we happened on an anti-war demonstration. Well, with our still bootcamp short hair, it was pretty apparent we weren't hippies, but remember, that was the "free love" generation. So they were passing the wine and smokables around, and after a few pulls on the wine jug, I was feeling no pain.

'Bout that time, some long haired, long winded, stinkey hippy with a great lookin' chick on his arm pulled out his draft card, and challenged anyone in the audience to join him in lighting them up! I thought - What the hell, why not - being in the Navy I didn't need mine anyway, so I stepped up and held mine up too. There we were, me and about a dozen hippies burning our draft cards - what a hoot!

That one act of civil disobedience (or stupidity, depending on how you look at it) had it's rewards, tho. I landed me a hippy girlfriend and we developed a meaningful relationship that lasted approximately 3 days! But what a 3 days .... good lord, now I know why women shave! Damn, she was hairier than me!

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