Yup. My dad’s friends were all hippies, but he wasn’t really one himself. He tagged along to all the concerts because he’s a huge music fan and loved that scene, was just generally into the music and culture, but never got into the movement really. He didn’t want to go to Vietnam, but had he been drafted he would have went. He was slightly younger, so he was part of the lottery draft, and got really lucky on the draw (like, literally the last or second to last birthday drawn that year) so he never fought. A lot of his friends did though, and many died. His friends today are the ones that fought, only remained friends with a couple of the more hippie types

I remember when we visited DC on a family vaca he spent a lot of time at the ‘nam memorial. Only time I saw him emotional, and he looked for and found every name of one of his friends and told me about them/times he had with them