Looking back over the 14 years of this blog, it stands out to me that I've really said very little about Veterans Day. I suppose the main reason for that is that I'm not a veteran, but I do care about the cause and the day. A few things this year have gotten me reminded of the day early enough to collect some thoughts.
Image found online with no credit given, but it speaks to me.
A week ago, Quizikle posted a thing over on his blog that got me thinking. We're about the same age, he might be a year or two older than me, so when we were 18 we were both contemplating the draft implications and had decided the same thing. If we were going to get drafted we would have tried to enlist in the Air Force. For me, the year I turned 18 was 1972 and while Vietnam was still going on, it seemed to be winding down. It was a year or two after the draft lottery system was introduced, and I lucked into having a number that the press said was unlikely to get drafted that year.
My parents were the first generation in both of their families to be born in
the US, and while dad had enlisted in WWII, there was no long history of
service in my family. It wasn't a topic of conversation around the dinner
table and nobody I read or saw on the TV made it seem like enlisting would be
a good thing. It really never occurred to me except as a last ditch effort to
avoid being on the front lines. Big brother and I had known people who went and didn't come back. Or came back with fewer functional body parts than when they left.
Like everyone else, this was the end of my last year of high school, meaning I had applied to a couple of colleges and was trying to set up to start that life in a few months. Because of my SAT and NMSQT scores, I was immediately accepted to the two I applied to and invited to apply to many more. While I had been an electronics hobbyist for five years, my plan wasn't to go for Electrical Engineering, but to study Nuclear Engineering. Why, according to all the ex-spurts we'd have fusion reactors going everywhere in 20 years. That would be before I was 40!
Unfortunately, my dad had an accident at work (sorting mail for the US Postal
Service when that was done manually) and re-injured an old injury from a
training accident in WWII and being on some sort of injury leave, their
ability to help fund my college fell apart. The injury eventually forced his
retirement. He passed away a decade later.
That's a bit of a long story, but only a setup for the really long story of
how that year screwed up all my well-imagined plans and took practically the
next decade to unscrew. One thing I probably never imagined I'd ever
say, back when I was 18, was that I would have gotten a lot of good out of
some of the training and work in the military - specifically the weapons side.
There could have been a lot gained.
My deepest respects to those who took the road I didn't. Far more than I could
say.




















