I was in college from 67 to 71 and worked my way through as a PJ. I was in the first drawing of the lottery and my number was 76. While on assignment in October 69 I had an accident and did perminate damage to my right ankle and leg. I wound up having to drop out of school in November due to the injury and received my draft notice the week before Christmas.
I reported for my induction physical and testing on January 8th and was told to have all affairs in order and a change of clothes and personal items upon reporting at the induction center. Kids that passed would be put on a bus that day and taken to where they would go through bootcamp.
I took a letter from my orthopedist and my X-rays. I went through the written tests that morning and after "lunch" went through the physical. At my very last station, after all the poking and probing, I stood in my underwear infront of a couple of Dr's. I just had the feeling I was headed to SE Asia until, without even looking up from his paperwork, one Dr said, " Son your 1-Y and can never join or be drafted into the armed forces". I remember vividly losing my composure and jumping in the air and shouting.
The sad thing was, I was the only one out of 100 that didn't get drafted. I remember 7 of the kids couldn't even read and write their own name. I e often wondered how many returned and how many returned with lifelong mental and physical issues. Eventually my 1-Y was reclassified to 4-F.
My cousin died from exposure to agent orange and another friend has rapidly advancing Parkinson's that's believed to be due to agent orange. No one talks about this but what happened to the people of Vietnam? Are there birth defects, cancer, parkinsons, what is the impact on them?
X-Ray,
I met an old man who graduated Julliard at my good friend's guitar shop who upon graduation got drafted. Basically he was a violinist and guitar player, but in boot camp they took note of his innate talent as a marksman and he became trained as a sniper.
He thinks he killed over 300 people, he was dropped behind enemy lines without dog-tags; and when he was taught Akido for self defense, he asked why was he being taught hand to hand combat when he had a rifle, and his instructor said, "You might run out of bullets."
The book "American Sniper" makes claim that Kyle was the most deadly sniper with over 300 kills. Likely or possibly more kills were made by this old man I met, they just never got reported.
One of my co-workers was a navigator on a nuclear ballistic sub loaded with Trident missiles, but who also was a Navy SEAL during the Vietnam War. Zingo got his knickname because he was also a musician and on a gig being a guitar player and singer got volted though the face though a reverse grounded mike. He said his face blew up and it was like getting hit in the face with a tennis racket.
Zingo thought I was in the military, and I asked him why. Zingo said I was the perfect size (meaning mildly muscular, but rather scrawny at 5'10" and around 140-145 pounds) to be a Navy SEAL. When I asked how did he know, he mentioned that he was a Navy SEAL. Zingo was a wirery guy like me.
I learned that bigger men and more muscular men did not have the stamina and endurance required, and that the heavier bulkier bodies worked against men from completing their SEAL training. It also took a certain personality which Zingo also recognized.
Very different today with SEAL Teams. Back then Zingo and his partner basically assassinated people. Zingo was also taught 7 connected deadly moves, and I asked him to teach me. Zingo had reservations because he said once he started he could not stop. He was taught until it became a reflex, and once he started he said he could not stop. He said that he really could not slow it down, but he tried. Basically he still hurt me.
I don't think any documentary could reveal everything that went on. My brother said he had to be careful not to piss anyone off. He was a Buck Sargent and he had worries of having a grenade thrown in his tent, meaning purposeful friendly fire.
It was an ugly war.
Cal