My next door neighbor hit the beaches at the end of D day, the next time I see him I'll tell him what you think of him. And my brother died on the Marina islands. And if you want to bad mouth him do it to my face.
“My next door neighbor hit the beaches at the end of D day, the next time I see him I’ll tell him what you think of him. And my brother died on the Marina islands. And if you want to bad mouth him do it to my face.”
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Oh for Pete’s sake! Do you go around looking to pick fights at your age?
WWII was a different world. It was a national emergency and everyone was motivated. Rangel and friends want to bring back Vietnam and it’s associated domestic unrest of which the draft was the main bone of contention. Did you sleep through the sixties or what?
Not to stick my nose in here, but there is an important difference: The people of your next door neighbor’s and brother’s generation were made of FAR sterner stuff than the current potential crop of draftees. A drafted army from today’s young people would certainly include some similarly strong people, but it would also include a vast number of spoiled entitlement-minded soft-brained children in barely adult bodies. It would be a nightmare for military preparedness and effectiveness. Just MHO, of course.