Practically, draftees would be little more than "meat" and cannon fodder.

That's what we were, thus my move to the 82d, the rest of my training unit shipped to Vietnam. I stayed stateside. Also, my father became Deputy Surgeon of Vietnam - planned the medical evacuation, then had a heart attack and retired.

There were fellows at jump training who dropped out of training because they wanted to go to Vietnam. Not me, I met guys coming back from Nam and it changed them. Later, anyone who'd been in the service, hid that fact for a while. I did get injured in a bad jump, and 20 years later it blew out, but I had a successful operation on my back.

I've had service friends on disability tell me they can show me how to get disability. There's only one problem - I'm not disabled. I lived my life one way and I'm not going to change it. It's been a good way.