I am 58 these days. My number in the draft was called in 1970 when I turned 18. They were pulling the draft back then to about number 395. My number came up at 15. I knew I was going to Vietnam. When I rode on the bus ride from Orange to Los Angeles with the rest of the guys I admit I was nervous. The thought of joining had crossed my mind but it was only a thought and all of a sudden the draft was staring me in the face. When I got to the eye doc part he looked at my eyes–looked in a big book and then took a stamp out of his drawer and stamped a Big 4F on my paperwork. He said I had dystrophy of the cornea and I wasn’t fit for military service. — So I never had the privilage of serving my country in military service.— I am Proud and consider myself to be Very Lucky to have been born into this world as an American.— God Bless my Mom and Dad who were both WWII veterans–I Miss them Both.—For those of you who did serve, I am saying Thank You. — For those of you who have friends or loved ones who sacrificed their lives I am saying God Bless Them and May They Rest in Peace.
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