I grew up during the Vietnam era. I am a baby boomer. I am a hippie at heart. I probably never really understood any of this until tonight. It hit home, deep, powerful, yet stripping you because it takes from you. "Last of the Boys", a simple play. Not so simple when you sit down and think about it.
Me, when I turned 18 I applied for my draft card as required by law. I was on the list, and before I knew it, the war was coming to a close and they cancelled the draft. Was I prepared to go? No. Did I want to go? No. Would I have gone? Yes. (I guess I could say I lost the Lottery again.) Even at that age I felt a responsibility to the people who needed you, your fellow "boys" who needed your help. Later, however, when I started college, there were a lot of "men" coming out of the service and going to school. We became friends on many levels. One day they basically told me, "be very lucky you were not drafted . . . don't ever wish, let alone think about wanting to be there with us." I remember the conversation to this day. It sort of enforces the hippie in me.
Directed by Don Taylor
Then Ben has His 30 years of rememberrence to deal with . . .
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