The 60's were different, that's for sure
Ah the 60s. It was the time in my life that I went from being a juvenile delinquent
to being a man. Graduated high school with no clear plan of what I was going to do.
Then I got drafted.
Ended up in Nam. The platoon I was in had 35 swinging dicks. 30 of which were blacks
mostly from the South. They all called each other n!ggers and had no use for my white ass.
3rd day in we're out in the bush wondering around and I bump into 1 of them and you would
have thought I just killed his mom. I mean he went off on me like no one ever had.
Finally I'd had enough and said to him that my goal was to stay alive long to go home and
did he really want to looking over his shoulder for the next 12 months.
From that point on we were the best of buddies.
Once you realize the situation your in the color of someone's skin becomes irrelevant.
And it works both ways. There are lots and lots of assholes out there and they come in all
shapes and colors. The objective is to steer clear of as many of them as possible.