i have a confession to make. . .
i was a draft dodger, myself.
Vietnam was still going on; it was 1973, y'know. lotta fighting still going on. a fair number of people were still getting drafted and sent to the 'Nam. a bunch didn't make it back.
i coulda gone to Canada. problem was, i didn't have any money. . .didn't have a way to get there. in between northeast Texas and the border were a lotta cops. i didn't know anyone and i couldn't trust anyone. i was fresh outta high school.
Mexico was out of the question; i didn't do too good in Spanish while i was in high school. i'd of had even worse luck trying that route.
but i sure didn't like the idea of the government coming after me. it felt repugnant; reminded me of the Inquisitio
and the Army was the last place i wanted to be.
so i went and enlisted in the Marines.
never looked back.
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