Monday, May 12, 2014

43 Years

Forty-three years ago today I got drafted and became an unwilling soldier. I should have said no, but that just wasn't in a small town kid's vocabulary. As long as there are soldiers, willing and unwilling, there will be wars. Until - finally - young men find the courage to say no. I'm not holding my breath.
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