1970 - Dad wanted me to get "some kind of deferment", so I attended college ... then, lottery #327 ... lucky, and to this day I give thanks. Many classmates went to Vietnam, some returned - a few badly damaged. Sweet kids from farms and small towns. Broken trust? Nah ... broken country [still is ...] with authoritarian fools training nice young folks to be serial murderers. The whole mess run by suicide pilots. Miserere nobis ...