I think the term means keeping up with the Joneses. The younger baby boomers hit the job market when economy started contracting from the post war boom. The older boomers had an easier time getting started, for example my older siblings. Too young for Vietnam and too old for Generation X. And I never had to register for Selective Service...Originally Posted by HippsieGypsie
I am apparently in that group, but I had to register on my 18th birthday. There was no draft of course. A Guy
I meant did I NOT have have to register for Selective Service. Those a little older than me had register and could have been drafted into the Vietnam War. And those a little younger than me had to register, but there was NO draft.Originally Posted by A Guy
Search for "Selective Service System" on Wikipedia. Under the History section it says "Only men born between March 29, 1957, and December 31, 1959, were completely exempt from Selective Service registration." Thanks to Gerald Ford, I fell into that window. Without his executive order, I was months away from registering. The draft was already over by about two years. That made me nearly three years too young for the draft. My older brother was not so lucky. He played soldier one weekend a month for six years in order to stay home.
I'm from a short little generation of shirkers and legal draft dodgers. Boy am I spilling the beans...
skallal said:You KNOW we had to survive on C-Rations...don't go wasting those beans!Boy am I spilling the beans
I was called up from the USMCR for the Korean War in 1950. I was in the USMC & they DRAFTED men into the "CORPS"!
First time & last time for that! I was not a draftee!
Of course not Tully, you were already a reservist. You knew when you went into the reserve that there was a possibility of being called up from weekend warriors to full duty. In your case scenario, the draft wasn't need, you already were in the military.
The point is, if I wasn't in the reserves, I would have been drafted as a Pvt.
I had the rank of Gunnery Sgt.
skallal, just kidding on my question of Jonesing. We referred to it as a hangover for some reason or other. I'm not sure. Yes, it does mean a certain age group. I'm between the ages of you and Tully. Born in 51.
You guys are bringing back memories. I graduated on June 1, 1969. I turned 18 on the 29th. I had to register, I was classified what they called back then as 1A, go downtown Chicago to get my physical with a train ticket the military bought, pulled the number 154 in early July of the lottery they had going for a few years, and waited around for my papers for boot camp. They went as high as 300-something in the previous year's lottery. So far as I was concerned at the time I was going to Nam.
Remember, this is the height of the Viet Nam war! Kinda' scary at 18 and fresh out of high school. I hung with older friends in which one returned from Nam wounded for life. He had told me what was going on there. I have met others through the years. All roughly my age. Believe me, war is never a pretty thing. I'm sure Tully can attest to that.
Anywho, it turned out that they went to number 135 that year in late December and met their quota. I never did have to go. Whew! That was close! Needless to say, 154 has been my lucky number since. Did I want to serve my country? Obviously yes since I was waiting and willing to go, but personally, not in that war. What a joke it all turned out to be! Not to state that to dishonor those that did serve. I hold that in high regards.
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