“Serve America now so you can see America later.”

Only if we give blood and money can we enjoy the bus afterwards seems a rather strong slogan for Greyhound, but such were the times.

The ad conjurs up two visions: the happy ex-GI in a loud floral shirt stretched out with his feet in the aisle, just enjoying the trip, knowing there will be a warm bed and hot food at the end.

The other is a sullen man who stares out the window at sees a world of people who didn't go through what he went through and just lived like this all the time, going about their business. It wasn't fair to be angry but it was something he felt. Often.

I suppose most were in between. In varying degrees, at varying times.