Veterans Day

I did not serve in the military and reflect on that from time to time. I started college in 1964, graduating 4 years later. Finances were tight and I considered enrolling in ROTC mainly because there was a stipend. But the Vietnam conflict was escalating and there was an increasing chance of winding up in that conflict. My father and several uncles/aunts had served during WW II, and were praised for their patriotism. In 1966, I was ordered to report for a physical exam, even though I had a student deferment (2-S) and was not in danger of flunking out.

I reported for my physical on July 1, 1966, and the only document I carried regarding my physical status was a letter from the doctor who did knee surgery on me in 1963 and aspirated that knee about 4 weeks ago. There were over 200 of us going through the exam that day in Richmond. At some point I wound up standing in front of someone reviewing my file. After going through it he said, "I am sorry son, but we are going to reject your capacity for military service at this time." That's an exact quote, I guarantee.

I was classified as unfit under current standards (1-Y) but could be called back if standards changed. In 1966, that meant I didn't have to contemplate military service, could finish college and get started on a career. Given my desire to make money and avoid Vietnam, that was good news. The caveat was since I originally had a student deferment, I was eligible for a recall/re-evaluation until age 35 instead of 26 (15 years instead of 6).

Three years later Vietnam was escalating and I was in NYC undergoing a second surgery on the same knee. Afterwards the surgeon told me I might experience degenerative arthritis in later life (prophetic). I asked about my chances of being called up for military service. His response was "if NYC is attacked, you could be drafted to collect tolls on the Triboro Bridge." In 1972, I received a massive envelope from my local Selective Service Board (Ruby Waddell--my Danville friends may remember that name). I waited 3 days afraid to open, fearing the worst. When I finally opened, it advised my status was now 4-F (permanently not eligible). Back then my brother had just returned from Vietnam. I was thankful he was safe and I would not have to worry about it any more.

I think the discipline and dedication to successfully complete military service would have made me a more complete individual without multiple joint replacements. On the other hand I could be below ground with perfectly good joints. Have no idea how things might have played out without a knee injury. 

I respect all who have experienced military service. I also wish our country would increase efforts to more effectively help those who wind up with after effects like PTSD. I also believe military service is much more than defending our country against those who seek to destroy us. It is serving our country in many different capacities, and all who serve deserve respect for their service.