[Eric in the Ozarks]

I had just graduated high school in ‘67 and a college degree was on my mind (along with a series of part time jobs to get there.) I finally copped the elusive BA in ‘72 (I was 1-A for one year but things were winding down by then.)
I am retired now. This seems like a very long time ago.

[Gay State Conservative]

Having joined the Army in '69 (figuring I'd be drafted otherwise) I was sitting on my foot locker in BCT at Ft Knox,KY on the day I read in the Louisville Courier-Journal that *my* draft lottery number was 327.I cried myself to sleep that night.But,all in all,I think the Army was good for me.It toughened me up and taught me a lot about responsibility (not that I was any kind of recruiting poster soldier).

As they say..."all gave some,and some gave all" (like the Naval Aviator we're saluting now).

[Repeal The 17th]

I’m starting to get old now,
but I was of age and going to college at the time.
My draft # was 126 in 1971.

My daddy knew somebody that knew somebody
and pulled some strings and found a way out for me
and got me into the national guard (1971-1977).

So I went to basic and AIT, but I did not go “over there”.

Daddy (RIP) was a WWII vet (Honolulu, Solomans, Guadalcanal)
but he could not understand the purpose of vietnam.

I have felt a sense of guilt ever since,
thinking that “somebody” “somewhere”
must have had to sacrifice in my place.

May God bless all of you.
Those were some strange days, indeed.