While I was serving in combat, guys like Trump were getting medical deferments and then reporting to the golf course. Then you had Dan Quayle who's dad got a retired General to find out exactly what morning they were going to take a tiny number into the National Guard. George Bush 43 was yet a different story. He somehow got into the National Air Guard. These guys didn't have to put their lives on the line unless you want to consider heavy drinking as putting your life on the line. Or better yet, suffering from anxiety from wondering whether you were going to get VD. These men made great sacrifices. Meanwhile I was dodging rockets and eating crap for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Oh, maybe you like powdered eggs, Krusteaz flap jacks and powered milk. How about an old water buffalo for your next steak fry. I nearly choked to death on a large piece of gristle.
Thank your stars you weren't drafted with me. Everyone in my platoon went to Vietnam. Most got their training in the swamps of Ft. Polk, LA and headed for the delta. I went to Cholon, Cam Ranh Bay, Da Nang and Monkey Mountain in 1968..