In 1967 my brother was drafted.
He was employed at the time and flunked the physical the first couple of times due to being underweight. Eventually, the Army was desperate for more recruits so “marked up” his weight. He was in the Army for two years, spending one year in Vietnam as a radio repair man in the front lines.
When he arrived home, because of America’s negative public opinion of the war, he never wore his uniform in public. I still have all his letters. I’m proud of him, as I’m proud of all who served.
God bless America.
*Army recruiting slogan in the 1950s and 1960s