In 1967, I was drafted into the US Army. This was interesting since I had been rejected for military service, not long before that, because at 6 feet 4 inches tall, I didn’t weigh enough to join. That never mattered to my local draft board.
Most of my time was spent with an armor battalion in the Mannheim, Germany area. Since I already had a brother in Vietnam, a second family member wouldn’t automatically be sent there. In any case, it was an honor to serve this great country over those two years. I have the deepest respect for anyone who was called upon serve in combat. So make sure to let those veterans in your family, or circle of friends, know how much you appreciate their service on your behalf and on behalf of this great nation.