My memories of the draft during the Vietnam war in the sixties and early seventies is getting hazy. I still remember registering for the draft at the U.S. Post Office on Washington Street in Bay City. It wasn't long after I got my draft card that guys are to publicly burn them to challenge authorities over being conscripted for what the felt was an unjust war.
It was this article in the New York Times that made me think about it. The write of this piece was drafted in 1967 when I was at Michigan State University being trained to be a newspaper reporter. I had a student deferment. But, I knew that my local draft board in Bay County, Michigan would have me in Basic Training as soon as I graduated.
If you were over 18 in this country, the draft was something always lurking over your shoulder. You couldn't escape it, unless you had connections with the local draft board, became a teacher or minister or got married. Then the draft lottery was instituted. Every date on the calendar was assigned a number and the lower your number the more likely you would be drafted.
My number was 10, putting me high on the list to be conscripted. I was facing impossible decisions. I finally found a U.S. Army Reserve School that accepted me as a member. I had to sign up for six years. I still had to go to basic and advanced training. and to training once a year with my unit.
I'm sharing this for my grandsons who may face the draft in their lifetimes. I will try to share more for them.
What about other baby-boomer guys? Did you get drafted? Were you able to avoid it? How?