Tuesday, January 19, 2016

The Worthless Hippie

   Here in the United States everyone has a right to do or say what they feel within the legal limit of the law. Yet as a combat veteran something has always bothered me, something that crossed the line many years ago.
    In the 1960s and early 70s the hippie movement started. A period of free love, peace, music, on and on. A period of the purist hypocrisy. When the Vietnam War broke out so did the flower power generation. A generation full of absolute idiots who to this day have no idea what it truly means to serve one's nation.
     The unpopularity with the war clashed with the hippies and they decided to do something about it. They decided to attack veterans. Veterans who chose to serve their country by volunteering, veterans who decided to accept their draft instead of cowardice. These real Americans are the ones who know what it is truly like to serve their nation.
     Countless acts of vile treatment towards veterans during this time was and still are a stain on this country. Hippies and college students who mistreated wounded veterans, who insulted them to their faces returning home, who spit on them, yelled baby killer, who ganged up to beat them senseless when they returned home after going through untold horrors over there. This is the stain upon the country that still exists.
     The sad fact is many of these college students and hippies became businessmen, politicians, and worst of all we had a President who instead of serving his country became a draft dodger. It was sad enough the treatment veterans had to endure. What was worse was the cowardice of many a man who fled instead of doing his duty, and worse than that they were pardoned.
      The participants of the flower power generation need to feel shame everyday. Shame for the cowardice you showed, shame for the violence towards the men and women who in every way shape and form were better and still are better than you will ever be, and shame that the Vietnam veteran had to fight not only a horrific war over there but one at home. War is horrific and tragic enough, but you had to push your finger deeper in the wounds when they came home.
     Many of us who endured the war of a new generation have reflected on what the past generation had to endure from their generation. To have that generation turn their backs on them will forever at least for me be inexcusable. You whined and cried about the four dead at Kent State, you got rich off of the capitalism you hated, and you are now in your retirement years living high on the hog. You never whined and cried about the over 50 thousand dead, the many thousands more wounded, and the ones homeless, the ones amputated, and who have endured chronic pain for most of their lives.

If you were part of the flower power generation you will never have my respect and I will return the spit that you gave these brave men and women who sacrificed with blood, sweat, and tears straight into your faces. You are the worst generation America ever had.


  1. I am 48 and was born in Redwood city CA. this are was epicenter of hippie movement .I remember watching Vietnam war on my fathers lap than going to state parks and watching hippies protest. I subsequently served in the army as my father and others on both sides of my family have done.I agree with your observations and suppositions. I would further say it is ALL(manifest social behaviors) in the DNA and proper upbringing by and large.

  2. I became a Republican in May, 1968. All the ROTC units at the University of Oklahoma where coming together for an Armed Forces Day Parade. A General Review was planned and the USAF Band was going to be there. It was an awesome occasion and we were all excited to participate.

    The hippies, socialists and communists on campus got word of the event and planned to overrun our parade to disrupt it. George L. Cross, the President of OU, fearing riots and mayhem decided to move the parade to Owen Stadium, where it could be better contained.

    The day of the parade, we assembled on the field, and our commanders (military, not student) told us not to engage the demonstrators in any way, but not to let them break our ranks. They told us that after the parade was dismissed, we were not to engage the demonstrators in any way in uniform. The Group Adjutant sounded the Adjutant’s Call and the parade began.

    The crowd in the stands erupted in the vilest language you can imagine, calling us every filthy word English-speaking people can use. These kids were our classmates, some of them were supposed to be our friends. Most of them were democrats supporting Robert Kennedy. They hated the military and made no bones about it. In formation, awaiting the actual Pass in Review, the crowd broke through the barriers and rushed the formation. Apparently they had been warned not to try to go between us and break our ranks, but they came as close as they could without touching us, hurling obscenities faster than machine-gun fire. The parade went on, despite the hecklers, the General did his best to speak above the crowd.

    Then suddenly it was time. The Adjutant shouted, “ATTENTION!” We stood motionless until he shouted, “DISMISSED!” As we broke ranks, all those vermin who had insulted us right in our faces for almost an hour non-stop, disappeared like cockroaches in the kitchen at night when the light comes on. I went back to the dorm, changed clothes and went with many of my comrades-in-arms looking for the riotous democrat loud-mouthed demonstrators, but none could be found. They were cowering in their rooms, afraid to make an appearance.

    My family had always been Democrat, as far back as anyone knew. My uncle became Speaker of the United States House of Representatives under Jimmy Carter. But that day in May, 1968, I became a Republican.

    1. Wow, amazing story. B-52 Pilot as well. Thank you for your service and what you had to endure. Can I publish your comment on my blog and twitter page? And your Uncle was Tip O'Neill?