Memories.
At that time (1967-70) I was lead singer in a regionally popular rock band. We played multiple gigs on weekends, and for high school kids made shitpots full of money. I was not a fan of the government at the time. (Johnson-Nixon)
One day, the leader of the multi-school student anti-war group approached me and said "You have a lot of influence. You should join us and speak out against the war."
I cast her a baleful eye and said something along the lines of "No. I have a brother in Nam. As far as I'm concerned, we can carpet-bomb those little yellow bastards until they bleed piss, until he comes home. I really don't care about them."
Recall the sentiment of the times. She turned pale and stared for a moment, then wandered off.
It didn't affect my job in the slightest.