I had a black friend back in Ohio in 1970 who told me that he had so much fun in Viet Nam, that he went back a second time pretending to be one of his friends who didn't want to go. He earned his friend a purple heart getting a small shrapnel wound on the way to a brothel. I dodged the draft myself, but the one thing draft dodgers and veterans will always share is a love of good marijuana! Jah Ras Toferi!