I am not a coward. I just got married, we wanted kids, and I heard they were starting the draft. I came up with a plan to fail the physical. I wouldn’t fight a war I didn’t believe in.
The letter said I had two weeks. I slept only two hours a night, drank tons of coffee, and gulped down salt water. My blood pressure was so high, it felt as if my head was going to explode.
I never made it to the physical.
I look at Donna as she feeds me. I can tell she thinks I’m a coward.