Once upon a time,
long, long ago,
there was this thing called
THE DRAFT.
But there were other options as well and people had to make decisions.
What to do?
Bell bottoms? You can’t be serious.
Big Sky Writer
Big Sky Writer
Once upon a time,
long, long ago,
there was this thing called
THE DRAFT.
But there were other options as well and people had to make decisions.
What to do?
Clint Morey 
I I dropped out of college in 1968, and was called down to the draft board. About two months prior to that I had gone for a routine physical examination at a doctor that my mother had chosen from the Yellow Pages. He just happened to be screening for patients for a doctor friend of his, who was looking for individuals with hyperbilirubinemia. it turned out that I had this relatively benign condition, and so an appointment was made for me to visit the other physician. When I asked him how my condition would affect me with the draft, he said “Oh, they’ll never find it.”
I said, “No, you don’t understand.
What if they knew I had it?”
“Oh,” he said, “They would never take you.”
So I asked him to write a note saying that I had hyperbilirubinemia, which he did.
When I went for my physical at the draft board, I handed them the note, and immediately I was reclassified as one 1-Y. That meant that I could only be called in the event of a national emergency. I never was called.
My wife says that God had other plans for me. He wanted me to be there for my future step children. Whatever His reasons, I am grateful I never had to go to Vietnam.
Thank YOU for your service.
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Joe,
That is a fascinating story. I think your wife is right. God had a perfect plan for you.
Clint
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