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The draft ended in 1972. They called up to number 95, I was 83. Someone born in 1954 would not have been eligible for the draft until 1974.

A couple of interesting things. I was drafted with monocular vision. My left eye was scarred and the idiot doctor at the draft physical thought it was from being in a fight. I had tried to join prior and was turned down due to having monocular vision.

Meanwhile, I had found a decent job and gotten married. I went to the physical thinking I was going to be sent home, but was sworn in, loaded on a bus and shipped off without being told where I was going. That night I climbed out a second story window and shinnied down a drain pipe to call home.

1972 was an election year. The first thing I did when I arrived at basic in late October was to tell them I wanted to vote. I was denied that right. Hence, I considered it slavery.

In my two years, I mostly encountered idiots in leadership positions. They held huge classes to teach the ASVAB as one needed a score showing at least a modicum of intelligence to become a NCO. Most attendees had to take the class multiple times.

I spent most of my time handing out rubbers, giving safe sex lectures, and making sure prostitutes had passed their weekly VD exam. The only thing more plentiful than prostitutes was drugs. I was basically a doorman in a whore house.

A study done a couple of years ago showed it on average took a draftee's family 3 generations to reach financial parity with those who had not been drafted. We were taken from schools, careers, and decent jobs to be paid a substandard wage. Many of us had to defer paying bills which left us with a huge financial hole to climb out of once released.

There were race problems, but I will say that the three people I met in leadership positions and could respect were black.

I think the only batteries he's ever been familiar with are the ones he uses in his Maglite d i l d o.