I lived in the southwestern U.S. during the 1960s. I knew quite a few guys, who went south to Mexico. I still remember one of my friends, who, when he was called up for active duty, kissed his wife goodbye and left. She was shocked when military officers later visited, asking why he did not show up for active duty. She thought he had.
Later, when I was stationed in San Diego, California, and went on liberty, visiting Mexico, I met him in Ensenada, where he was living with a new wife.
May 22, 2015