I graduated HS at 16 years old. Didn't know what to do with myself so took a free college education courtesy of City University NY system.
Hated school, hung out for almost 3 years getting sto...

After some introspection(the student deferment thing), I dropped out to await my fate, as I drew 127 in the 1st lottery.

One month out of school, a letter in the mail with 2 subway tokens, report on such and such date(forgot the date, early 1970) for a physical. Off to Fort Hamilton it was, the famous Whitehall St Induction Center was bombed some 6 months earlier.
I remember walking around in my underwear and a pouch with my ID, DL, change, etc.
Went thru the whole process, and remember standing in front of officers from each one of the services, the induction board?
There were about 10 of us standing there. Marine officer stood up and asked for 3 volunteers to step foward for the Corps, no one moved.

Many people were unaware that the Marines drafted people.
The officer then called out 3 names(actually a correction, some of my memories are a bit vague, must have been the times, lol. Marine pointed at 3 randomly) and those guys were going to be Marines. I heard at least one guy sobbing.
They told me I was 1Y(no explanation

), only to serve at wartime

. This wasn't a war?

Anyways, I was happy and sad at the same time. I still have my draft card.
Neighborhood friends Tommy Mcgarry and Barry Levinson never came back home alive.
I tried to join the Guard back in 2001 after the WTC, but was told I was too old without prior service.
One of my regrets in life.