My draft status in 1956 was 1-A, so there was little doubt that I would be drafted. That, combined with the macho sense of warrior virtue instilled in me by the reputation earned by the Marines in WW-II and Korea, which was still fresh in the collective mind of America, is why I chose to join the Marines rather than wait to be drafted into the Army.
Military service back then was not an option for able-bodied young men. It was an obligation. Something that came naturally -- unless one was 4-F or had unusual family obligations.
I joined for four years rather than two, not because of exceptional patriotism but because I wanted to go to Japan where my cousin was stationed and had written to me about how great the Liberty was. And while I never managed to hook up with him I did enjoy the time I spent in Japan and Okinawa during the first two years, but the second two years that I spent on Camp LeJeune made me regret signing up for four instead of two. I came to despise military life and I can say without reservation that the day they handed me my DD-214 was one of the happiest days in my memory.
I do not consider myself a "hero" by any stretch of imagination. And I regard the rather patronizing cliche, "Thank you for your service to our country," to mean, better you than me. Briefly stated I think it's meaningless, inappropriate, redundant bullshit.
I think of my father and an uncle as heroes because they both enlisted in the Army right after Pearl Harbor was bombed, so they knew damn well they were going to war. I had no such awareness.
I was very fortunate to be in the Corps from 1956 to 1960, which was peacetime and I have no regrets about that. But if for some reason (beyond my ability to imagine) I would have liked military service and had "shipped over" (reinlisted) and ended up fighting in Vietnam I would have been one very pissed off and resentful trooper. Because I didn't join the Corps to be used in that kind of wasteful, unnecessary, unjustifiable and stupidly aggressive killing and risk of death or disfigurement. I joined for the presumed purpose of defending my country against aggression.
So I became an active protester. And I can unequivocally state that if I had sons of military age during that era I would have sent them to Canada rather than allow them to be wasted in the crime that was our aggression in Vietnam. And if I had sons today who wanted to join the military I would do all I could to steer them to the Air Force or the Coast Guard. Because I have absolutely no faith or trust in the kind of corrupt sonsabitches who are in a position to send America's sons and brothers to kill and die for no better reason than corporate interests.
The idea that someone is a hero simply by being a member of today's military is utter nonsense. It is the wishful thinking of the indoctrinated militaristic mind and nothing more.