THE BEST THING I HAD GOING FOR ME in '69 was the impersonal perfection of the draft induction process. People were processed like fish at a cannery, and not once was there a question among the initiates about the impulse to just go: the cause was noble, it had to be because Lyn 'n' Nix said so on TV . . . the chance to fight like a man like dad and gramps (vets of other egregious if less gratuitous conflicts)! And the shrill pill of protest only served to fix courage to the sticking place and let lemmings walk through the door with all the more adamant conviction--even a hint of melodramatic resistance.