Posted by Bob
on Monday, August 14th 2017:
In Reply to: Fort Hamilton Draft Physical and Written Test for the Draft posted by dave f on Sunday, August 13th 2017:
I remember the two token notice, August '67. I wasn't nervous, after all it was a two token letter. But a year later the one token letter with a request to bring along a tooth brush. After my stomach emptied, and had nothing left to purge, even bile, I figured what choices are available. My father was in WWII, my Uncle Jack was in Korea, my brother served in the Air Force and completed what he considered his responsibilities. What could I do? Report with a tooth brush and maybe a change of underwear. An angel must have been watching over me that day. They answered no questions and didn't explain why they were sending me home for now. I don't remember how long it took, but about four weeks later I received a 4F classification, with no explanation. Assuming at the time a temporary error, I knew not to ask too many questions. "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth." It seems I inherited a genetic heart defect that two of my mother's brothers have, that although not fatal, is an automatic rejection from military service since WWII. Having "lucked" out, I realized how brave a person had to be to serve in any branch of service. My truest heroes are veterans who served during or without a war. The veterans in this country are the only reason I'm alive and living in the great United States.
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