When I was a
younger and slightly more sprightly man--…
Let me stop bullshitting, before I started drinking and fuckin’. Back before I started drinking and fuckin’, I
was drafted to fight for my country in the jungles of Vietnam.
Look, I don’t wanna hear NONE of that “Phlip, you’re only 38”
shit. I was drafted to fight in Vietnam
and that is the end of it.
I was taken through MEPS and given a full once-over and physical, poked and
prodded from every angle with no happy ending.
As I was finishing the last part of my evaluation, a loud siren sounded
and I was rushed from the office wherein I was conversing with an entrance
office and whisked into a van just outside of a door behind the desk we were in
Officer: “SHUT UP!”
Officer: “But what?”
Me: “But where the hell y’all taking me?”
Officer: “You’ve been drafted. You know that right?”
Me: “Well yeah, so--…”
Officer: “So we’ll take you wherever the fuck we need
Me: “Is this …