The sad part was during that week, I was having dinner with a couple of friends of mine back in college. All they talked about was how they would flee to Canada if there ever was a draft. One guy's a doctor now in Southern California and the other guy a manager at a big company. I know war is jacked up and I have nothing but respect for the people who fought in that conflict and for enlisted servicepeople in general. I am not Joe Patriot or anything but I would answer the draft instead of taking off.
I lost a little bit of respect for my two buddies that night. Although I appreciated their honesty, I felt a bit repulsed by the hypocrisy of their actions--feeding off the fruits of this country [a quality state subsidized college education and a stable legal and economic framework where they can succeed] while shunning the price that comes with those freedoms and opportunities. I guess most wars are like that--Rich Man's war, Poor Man's fight.
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Originally posted by Amputate Your Head
I couldn't even begin to describe the hell that was Jan 17th, 1991...
The first and only time I've ever seen grown men freak out to the point of tears.
I can't even get into it.... there are no words.
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