In 1969 my Draft Lotto # was 30-something... so I was likely to be, 'the first kid on your block to come home in a box', as the lyric goes.
I got a 6 month Deferment after my physical though, because of ulnar nerve damage in my left elbow; they thought maybe I couldn't hold a rifle steady enough to kill some poor villagers.
Which was good because I did too well on my testing, and would have gone to Officer Training for 6 weeks before prolly being dropped in the front lines where my life expectancy would have been days, not weeks at that time... often because Officers were shot by their own troops because they had no business trying to lead soldiers who had been there for months and years, and could easily get them killed.
As it turned out, the Army never contacted me after 6 mos, or ever again, and I lived several years making decisions based on they might one day find my file! But that did get me to go to college, lol.
And I never contacted them either, duh... and it's too late now, lol.
Gimme an F ...
Gimme a U ...
Gimme a C ...
Gimme a K ...
What's that spell?
What's that spell?
What's that spell?
What's that spell?
What's that spell?
yeah, c'mon on all you big strong men
Uncle Sam needs your help again
he's got himself in a terrible jam
way down yonder in Vietnam
so put down your books and pick up a gun
we're gonna have a whole lot of fun
and it's 1, 2, 3, what're we fighting for?
don't ask me, I don't give a damn
next stop is vietnam
and it's 5, 6, 7, open up the pearly gates
well there ain't no time to wonder why
whoopee! we're all gonna die
well c'mon generals, let's move fast
your big chance has come at last
gotta go out and get those Reds
the only good Commie is one who's dead
and you know that peace can only be won
when we've blown em all to kingdom come
well c'mon on Wall Street
don't be slow
why this is war a-go-go
there's plenty good money to be made
by supplin' the Army with the tools of the trade
just hope and pray that if we drop the bomb
they drop it on-the Vietcong
chorus
well c'mon mothers throughout this land
pack your boys off to Vietnam
c'mon pops, don't hesitate
send em off before it's too late
be the first one on your block to have your boy come home in a box
and it's 1, 2, 3, what're we fighting for?
don't ask me, I don't give a damn.
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