highgrit":1ynjxsgn said:
Greybeard, wasn't the draft still in effect in 1968? I believe that you didn't have a choice, unless you wanted to be a draft dodger. Or you could go to college at Oxford and somehow miss getting drafted, like a well known president did. Just make sure you don't inhale.
I believe you are mistaken highgrit.
Do you not know how the selective service (draft) system works?
Sure the draft was in effect in 68. But not everyone got drafted not even close. Everyone had to register with selective service when they turned 18, just like they still do today, and once the selective service gets your form, they assigned you a number, and mailed you a little card with your name, address, date of birth and a selective service number. The draft was by lottery. They drew numbers every month--they pick your number, they sent you a notice and you go report to the nearest draft board or induction center--if they didn't draw your #, you didn't have to go. When you hear people speak of burning their 'draft card' they are actually talking about their selective service card. Since we don't have an actual draft anymore, but do still keep a selective service roster, I don't know if they actually send out the cards anymore--just keep the databank somewhere in case the draft does have to suddenly be re-initiated.
No where near every eligible, nonexempt person got called up during Vietnam. All the years Vietnam went on, from 64 thru 1973, there were 26,800,000 draft eligible men in the US. but only 2,215,000 were drafted.
I guess it is a mis-conception that most servicemen serving in Vietnam were draftees. It was only 25%--1/4 of the total in country personell were draftees. And during the same period 8,720,000 Americans did the same thing I did--enlisted all on their own.
Actually I did it a little different. I grew up in the cold war, had relatives that hadn't been home from WW2 and Korea for very long. I knew all about us throwing the N. Koreans and Chinese back across the border from S. Korea. I also, by the time I was 15, knew all about us failing to throw Castro out of Cuba at Bay of Pigs. By the time I was 16, I had already made my mind up I was going to be a Marine come hell or high water, and would probably go to Vietnam. Told my mother that while sitting in front of the TV news one night and she told me "Why, You'll do no such thing!!" I guess she thought that was the end of it but it wasn't for me.
When I was 17 1/2, I went to the Marine recruiters office, got the parental permission form and at school the next day, forged my father's name to it, and took it back to the recruiter and he signed me up. My twin brother knew what I did an ratted me out to our mother and she told daddy and he was fit to be tied that I had forged his name and that I was going to leave school and be a Marine (or anything else). I told him it was too late, that I was already signed up. That didn't hold any water with my father tho. Loaded me up in the truck and off we went to the recruiter's office. "You stay in the truck boy, while I go in here and have a talk with this man". In a little while the recruiter and he came out and called me in. I don't know what was said, but they came to an agreement that my enlistment was a done deal, but the recruiter handed me back that permission slip, said would put me on a hold until I graduated from high school and I would go in as soon as they could do it after that. So, I still had to go down and fill out the selective service form when I turned 18, same day my brother did. When my mother passed away in 1995, and we kids were going thru all the papers and stuff that mothers seem to keep forever, I found that permission slip I had forged. She had kept it all the years along with every letter I had written home. I still have it here in a box, along with those letters.
Even knowing how Vietnam turned out, I'm like most of those who served there--( a poll in 1985 said 90%) I'd do it all again the same way.