This is a true story that happened to me in 1961'
I had to go down to register for the "Draft" . This was mandatory when a guy reached 18. Anyhow I go into the draft office show my birth certificate and was issued a draft card( I was never drafted because of my 3A classification)
At the same time that I was registering there was another guy in the office doing the same thing. We both happen to leave at the same time and struck up a conversation and introduced ourselves to one another. I was heading home by car and he was going to take the bus. Just before we said good bye he asks me a question. He says he was drafted and going away. I said to him good luck and he says I am going to this place called " VIETNAM " did you ever hear of it. I said no and never saw him again.
What was his fate I will never know. I often think about this guy and if he made it or not.
I had to go down to register for the "Draft" . This was mandatory when a guy reached 18. Anyhow I go into the draft office show my birth certificate and was issued a draft card( I was never drafted because of my 3A classification)
At the same time that I was registering there was another guy in the office doing the same thing. We both happen to leave at the same time and struck up a conversation and introduced ourselves to one another. I was heading home by car and he was going to take the bus. Just before we said good bye he asks me a question. He says he was drafted and going away. I said to him good luck and he says I am going to this place called " VIETNAM " did you ever hear of it. I said no and never saw him again.
What was his fate I will never know. I often think about this guy and if he made it or not.