The Involuntary Draft

In the days of my youth, the experience of Vietnam came close to me, although I remained thousands of miles away from that country. The draft was the way the reality of a far away war became something very close to my life. Like so many others, I feared when my day of reckoning would arrive.

But the steps into a fearful foreboding of my future were products of a growing awareness that there was a draft, and then that the draft was the way young men were brought into the maelstrom of war, and then finally, that the draft was something that was coming into my life whether I liked it or not. There was a growing sense of “They are coming after me to help conduct this war!”

As the time of the announcement of the draft came near, I began to think about what I would do if my number was called and I was told to go to war. I never thought of not going into military service – not because I was ready to go to war but because, growing up in a conservative region of the country, the circles of my family and friends had no “draft dodgers” and so not following orders was, at the time, a kind of incomprehensible leap away from the responsibilities laid on me by society.

But I did feel a growing fear. And it was with considerable relief that though my number was low enough that I would have been drafted, the unexpected happened: the involuntary draft was suspended, and young men like me were given the gift of freedom. And I cannot imagine what might have happened to me, and what the experience of war would have done to me – and I am not optimistic about what the answer would have been. Looking back, I am grateful that the wheels of fate did not draw me into those dark maws of war in a far away land.

Ed Brock

Edmonds

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When We Were Young

It was the fall of 1967. I returned to college for my sophomore year as a married woman. No, I didn’t “have to get married.” I just thought I couldn’t live without my high school sweetheart. I had had a big wedding the month before – 5 bridesmaids, 5 groomsmen, a maid of honor, a matron of honor, a ring bearer and a flower girl. My ring bearer was my young nephew. I had to ask my brother if it would be ok if his son wore black velvet shorts and a jacket with a big white lace collar, white tights and Mary Janes. I had seen that in a picture in Life Magazine for one of the Rockefeller weddings. My young niece wore an antebellum dress and tossed rose petals down the aisle to make way for the bride.

The Vietnam War was figuratively and literally miles away.

Amazing how things can change in only a few months. Three months later, the North Vietnamese launched the Tet Offensive, and six months later, my husband was drafted. A 20-year-old non-college student from the Midwest was a sitting duck. I remember writing to my congressman asking him to spare my husband, because he was the only son of an only son of an only son. I think I had that mixed up with the Sole Survivor Policy, which was a direct result of the death of the Sullivan brothers, five brothers who all died on the same warship in World War II. That it protects “only sons” and sole surviving sons is a common misconception, I guess.

So off he went to the Army. After I said goodbye and dropped him at the bus, I went off and bought a dress I had wanted. I guess that is what 19 year olds do. I only saw him twice in the next three years. Once he and his new Army buddy snuck away from boot camp to see me. I cried when I saw that they had shaved off all of his hair. He looked so young. Living alone in married housing, I would watch the news coverage of the war on Walter Cronkite every night. Part of me hoped I would see him as they filmed the soldiers on patrol and half of me was scared I would see him wounded or dead. You see, back then the media acknowledged we were at war, and there was extensive and gruesome coverage. Not like now.

I also have to say that I took quite a bit of flack from fellow students and even professors about my husband fighting in Vietnam. I was against the war like almost everyone in my college environment. Being a sophomore in college and married was one thing, but my husband being in Vietnam was quite controversial. But it also gave me a perspective about the war – on the one hand I was against it, but on the other, I didn’t blame the soldiers.

Tim O’Brien’s The Things They Carried has brought much of this back to me and made me realize I had no idea what my husband was really going through, despite the letters and occasional phone calls. We were in very different worlds. And everyone was so young.

Fortunately, he made it safely back. Three years later. His Army buddy he had brought to meet me was not so lucky. He was killed.

Turns out my husband saw a lot of battle – in the war and at home. We broke up soon after he returned.

Wars separate people. Wars change people. Young people at war see and do things that change them forever. That they will carry forever. Those left behind sometimes move on.

Turns out I could live without my high school sweetheart after all.

Rosy Brewer
Sno-Isle Libraries


Photograph courtesy of Rosy Brewer. All rights reserved.

Eileen D. Simmons, Director, Everett Public Library

The Vietnam War was fought by people I didn’t know. The guys I knew in high school went on to college, and therefore, at least until the lottery, had deferments. I spent the war years more interested in my friends and my classes than in politics. Of course I knew that U.S. soldiers were fighting a war in Vietnam—but it just wasn’t real to me. During that most controversial and divisive of wars I was old enough to have been aware of what was going on, but I was clueless.

Since then I have tried to make a dent in my appalling ignorance. For me that means reading books and watching films. One of the first books I read about Vietnam was Tim O’Brien’s National Book Award winner Going After Cacciato. Since then I’ve watched feature films such as Full Metal Jacket; Deer Hunter; Good Morning, Vietnam; and Apocalypse Now. I’ve seen documentaries such as Vietnam: A Television History, The Fog of War and Regret to Inform. And now I’ll be reading The Things They Carried, another book about Vietnam by Tim O’Brien.

I hope you’ll be reading it, too, and joining us throughout the month of May for book discussions, films, and even a play based on O’Brien’s book. Thirty-five years later, as we send a new generation of young men and women to Iraq and Afghanistan, the Vietnam War still has lessons to teach us about what we ask young people to do for their country.

Eileen D. Simmons
Director, Everett Public Library


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