M65
A jacket so old, it probably saw the birth of rock and roll. It’s got pockets for your snacks, your hood, and your pride. It’s like the army gave you a hug in fabric form.
My dad wore his M65 to the bar. He said it was the only thing that kept him warm and cool at the same time.
My sister wore hers to the beach. People thought she was a ghost from the 60s.
I wore mine to the store. The cashier asked if I was coming back to the 70s.