Origo

My brother Lynn phoned this morning from the Viet Nam Memorial in Washington, D.C. He choked up on the phone and said, “I’m glad I’m not lookin’ for your name. I love you so much.” That meant a lot to me today. I remember the draft lottery in late 1971 or early 1972 when I was listening for the number that would be assigned to my birthday, April 26th. It was a relief when my birthday was given a high number, in the two or three hundreds. Since the low numbers were drafted first, and the war was winding down, it meant I would never be called up. I’m grateful to have missed that war, but have deep respect for my friends that served in it.