Clearly two kinds of people here. The Hads, had to go to Canada and the had to go to Nam. Not hard to sort out if you can read.
Not quite that easy. I didn't have to go, and didn't, but not for want of trying. Not Canada, that other place. Enlisted October 24th, 1973 in the USAF, and my first dream sheet listed Vietnam, among other places in SEA. Wound up in Clovis, NM, instead. I was still in Clovis, Cannon AFB, in May of 1975. My step-cousin, Billy, came back from Nam a few months before I graduated from high school, really messed up. Then, after enlisting, I worked with folks who'd been there, or Thailand, and most of them were really messed up, too. Ms. flutterhead hadn't helped any of those folks. I worked for BGen. Robinson Reisner at Cannon, after he and the other POW's were repatriated. Several years later, I worked very closely with Col. George E. Day, who was with Robbie over there. It took her more than 40 years, IIRC, before she made even a half-assed sort of apology to those guys, and the the ones who died there. I can't help wondering if this is Karma finally coming home to roost for her. OTH, my mom died of cancer 18 year ago this month. NOT a good way to go.