It should be a simple matter of record what his number was. Mine was 325. I’ll never forget that. It’s odd that Trump referred to it as “very very high” instead of reeling off the number.
I was 315, 1972 as I remember.
My dad wanted to serve in WWII, but he was only 17 when that war ended.
My grandfather served in WWI, but statewide.
Sorry for the personal anecdotes. It's late on a Saturday evening and I'm reminiscing.