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Bring Back Lane
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During WWII my dad flew Piper cubs over the lines doing a job called an artillery spotter (these days called a forward observer). Obviously he was attached to an artillary division of the Third Army. He later became a helicopter pilot and went over to the VietNam conflict to run an air base in Can Tho. I'm very proud of him but didn't see any action due to having a high draft number. Sometimes I feel guilty about that.
To the Soldier, going to battle, knowing he must go...
I really love you guys stories, and your listening to mine
Hman & Sly, was it scary having a draft number and wondering when or if it would be called?
It was, back then. The really high numbers went to married with children and in college. That was good odds at not being called. Some wanted to go and some didn't. If you had a brother or sister over there, you weren't going to be called. I had a friend that was killed there. His brother joined immediately to avenge or for revenge. He came home in a box, too. I'm sure everyone has a story.
It was, back then. The really high numbers went to married with children and in college. That was good odds at not being called. Some wanted to go and some didn't. If you had a brother or sister over there, you weren't going to be called. I had a friend that was killed there. His brother joined immediately to avenge or for revenge. He came home in a box, too. I'm sure everyone has a story.
Hman & Sly, was it scary having a draft number and wondering when or if it would be called?