Thanksgiving 2020

Wherein I found it entirely appropriate to burn

my draft card in less than three complete sentences.

Before the draft ended in 1973 and I was just an young impressionable boy my father and I would discuss the war and the draft and I would joke that I could get arrested for littering.  He would always respond the same way, a silence, then he would look away and assure me that he would keep me out of the infantry, and assurance that his service would not be tarnished by my evasion.

So I look at things now much differently than those who have or have not served.