My brother that just died got sent to Vietnam. Nothing happened. He didn't get hurt. He was an asshole when he came back but I think he was like that before the war. I couldn't even imagine that happening to me. The draft had ended by the time I was 18. I had to register but it meant nothing. There was no draft and there was no war...unless you count Grenada. That was 45 minutes of hell on Earth...nasty sunburn, seasickness. The human race is so fucked up it's incredible. We have to wage war just to keep people from wiping each other out. I would have gone to Grenada.