In 1969, I drew at 352.
I didn’t volunteer. I could see what the Left was doing and I knew they’d lose us the war. It seemed to me to be a lost effort and I didn’t want to be a part of it.
God I hated the Left in those days. Today it’s even worse.
I focus a lot of that anger on Jane Fonda. Here, Kerry, and other of their ilk in those days disgust me to the absolute max.
Not to compare, but I always admired Rhett Butler’s stand in “Gone With The Wind”. Here was this blockade runner who had railed such against the South entering into war, (”I’m the only cause I’m interested in.”) knowing how it was going to turn out, and just as the South is falling to it’s knees he runs off and joins the Confederacy.
Though that seems to have profited him too. But he couldn’t have known that at the time.
What a great story, all around.
I didn’t volunteer. ..God I hated the Left in those days...
I guess I was pretty well programmed to join the military. A long ago Cousin in the Army in WWI was killed in the Meuse Argonne offensive. My Dad was in the South Pacific till 1945. His twin brother was a waist gunner on an 8th AF B17, a Cousin served in Korea 1952. Everyone in the family went into the military. Seems like everybody my age I knew went to Viet Nam. They bitsched about it, but they went.
So, I just did it.
I served my four years in the Air Force and met my wife, an Air Force nurse practitioner and got married. We celebrate our 40 year anniversary this fall.
So I have not regrets or complaints about how the bad timing of the draft lottery affected me so many years ago.