Re: Re: [azsecularhumanists] families of soldiers demand their return
>Good for you, Mike!
>i wasnt a good loyal government loving
>american in those days either.
>when i registered for the draft
>i dont remember the details but
>i wrote something to the effect
>that if they drafted me i would
>fuck with them badly. i put notes
>on it that i knew how to pick locks
>and make explosives and i would be
>nothing but trouble for them if
>i was drafted.
>it worked many months later i
>got a letter in the mail which
>i thought was my draft notice.
>after opening it i discovered
>they had classified me as 1Y
>which means they would have
>drafted me at the same time
>they started dragging people
>out of mental institutions
>and prisons to ship off to
>vietnam. luckly the war didnt
>get that bad.
>and then when they had the
>drawing for numbers i lucked
>out and my number was something
We can't dismiss the possiblity that there may be an attempt to
reintroduce conscription as this war drags on. Convincing the
authorities that one is more trouble than one is worth is a good
way to get out of it, as you illustrated. Another good response
would be, "You want to have your officers fragged and your troops
shot in the back, by all means draft me. I'd be happy to serve
the Iraqi people that way." :-)
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I still remember my draft "lottery" number was 254 and
they didn't get that far so they never had to deal
Actually I was ready to just leave the country.
I confined my protests, though to raising all sorts of
irritating questions during the registration
procedure. These days the young guys go online and
fill in some online form or go to the post office and
fill in a card. But then (at least in my case in
Chicago) you had to go to the Selective Service
office, pick a number and sit, under the portrait of
Richard Nixon, and wait to talk with some clerk who
would ask you questions and fill in a form (I guess
that way you couldn't write nasty notes to them).
I remember in particular that the woman asked me for
the name, address, and phone number of someone who
would know where to reach me 24 hours a day. I asked
her if that person had to be a US citizen. That was
another question she had to ask her supervisor, so she
disappeared and mustn't have come back for 15 minutes.
I realize I prolonged the process for myself, but it
was some sort of retaliation.