That is how I wound up in the Air Force was to beat the draft and stay out of Nam. I did wind up in Nam but flying around in a C130 was a lot better than "Running Through The Jungle."
If you believe that then ask me what its like to run around that jungle for 12+ mo.
HIGHLIGHT of the tour: Some reason had to go back to HQ, came off the DMZ and over to LZ English, caught a C 130 down to Phu Cat AFB and was thumbing a ride to the gate. ½ ton Chevy stops and tells me to get in. I do and feeling sorry for the guy cause I prob stunk to high heaven, I am filthy, no shirt just a flack jacket and we get to talking. He asks a lot of questions and I finally look over and its HOLY CHIT, I am in a truck with a 2 star...I tell him quicktime SIR I will ride in the back of the truck, so sorry. He tells me no sweat GI as I try to climb out window to get in the bed of the truck. Then he tells me he is the GEEIA CO and I reply, Ground Electronic Engineering Agency. He is dumbfouned and I tell him my dad was the CO way back when.
Well now I am his son. He asks how long am I down for and tell him few hours and back if I can get a ride. He takes care of that for me and tells me to report back to him. I do and he puts me up in Field Grade quarters, how private showers, flushing crappers and AC WOW! Tells me to clean up and tells a guy to take me over and pick me up at 1800. I am now showered but still look like crap with no shave and rags for fatigues. We go to the O club for Wed night, (I remember because Wed night is all the steak and booze you can drink). So I chow down and he and his staff think I am John Wayne, I am a for real combat soldier. They all wanted to hear war stories and to me it was just doing my job and normal.
Next day I am picked up and taken over to get fresh clothes, boots, socks everything and my driver takes me back to his office. We talk about my dad he didn't know him but knew of him. Then he asks: What do you guys out there want or need? Sir maybe if I could get over and buy a case or 2 of Budweiser and Coke Cola. He gets on the horn and next thing I know I am out on the airfield in my own C 130, a pallet of Bud and pallet of coke (160 cases). We land at LZ English and I call my buddy from Tx who is a Pathfinder and tell him I need a Chinook to come and get me and my beer and coke. The CO asks me how the **** did I pull this off and they guys thought I was a hero.
Stopped by later on and brought him some AK47's for him and his staff...