You probably think I mean the myth that real soldiers got “spat upon by hippies” don’t you? Well, I was a semi-real soldier (or would that be a real, semi-soldier, since I was in the USAF) who was stationed in Northern California in the 70’s, and spent much time in the great hippie bastion of San Francisco where I was treated….well, I really wasn’t treated any particular way, generally I was either ignored or accepted after some conversation. Like “Do you like the new Quicksilver Messenger Service album or something like that. Hell I even stood in line on Thanksgiving ’76 around winterland with the longhairs waiting to get into the Last Waltz and we all shared what we had….
No, the guy that got spat on wasn’t a soldier for his country, he was a Soldier for Reagan. Now he is governor Tim Pawlenty, but back in the day he “passed out brochures for him [Reagan], on the West Bank of the University of Minnesota and got spat on by hippies”