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Orfunboi, I graduated in 1969 so I was right in the thick of it.
But, they'd already had the "Draft Lottery" and people with my birth date got a very high number and wouldn't have had to go but I did anyway.
I think it was "Sept 14th" that was the # 1 pick for the draft in that lottery.
So if that was your birthday you were fucked!
They used your birthday? I didn't remember that part. Not much of a present. Kinda like when they make your tags expire on your birthday, hey happy birthday - send us money.
Oh and PinkSugarSub....When did you graduate high school?
Orfunboi, yeah, they put 366 balls each with a date on it i.e. "Oct 15th" into a lottery cage or whatever and started picking them out at random and I'm pretty sure "Sept14th" came out as number "1".
They reconned that the first 100 or so picks would get drafted.
But, in those days you had to go down to your local "Draft Board" *within 5 days of your 18th birthday* and register for the draft, if you didn't you could get arrested.
My father told me, "you better get down there and I want to see your draft card when you get back!"
And they gave you a "Draft Card" and you had to have it on your person at all times to show that you had in fact registered for the draft.
Many times my friends and I would be walking down the sidewalk and a police cruiser would pull up to us and the cops would say; "Hey Assholes! Let's see your draft cards and you better have them or you're going downtown with us" just to harrass us. So we had to show the cops our draft cards or we'd get arrested and "I left it home" would get you arrested!
They were real pricks about it! Some days we'd get pulled over 3 or 4 times!
But, the cops didn't like us and we didn't like them.
They were *constantly* harrassing us because we had long hair!
That's why we were always getting into fights with them.
If you had long hair they'd pull up in the cruiser and say shit like, "Well hello Mary, where's your fucking dress?" "Hi girls, going to a tea party?" "Hey! Where's your fucking Barbie Dolls you faggotts?" Stuff like that.
Of course we'd give it right back to them!
One time a buddy and me were walking downtown and had bought milkshakes and they pulled up to us and tried that shit and my friend said, "Hey, ...you Fat Bastards, want some ice cream!?"
And we threw what we had left of our milkshakes right in the cruiser at them! lol
We screwed and they couldn't catch us.
My buddy turned around and started roaring laughing!
I turned around to see two fat cops covered in milkshake, billyclubs in hand running down the sidewalk after us SCREAMING swears at us, both of their hats on the ground behind them! God, I wish I had a camera!!!
We could hear them way behind us yelling, "Stop! I'm going to fucking kill you two fuckin' cocksuckers!"
Oh sure, we were going to stop and wait for those two fat fucks. We'd be waiting 10 minutes!
In those days, "Officer Kelly" wore an XXX extra large gunbelt hidden somewhere underneith a tremendous beer belly and couldn't run 25 yards to save his life!
We, on the other hand were 17, 18, 19 years old and could run like the wind!
In those days the cops didn't, "go to the gym" shall we say.
Plus, they'd be standing out in the hot sun at those anti war rallies with beat red faces from boozing it up at the Irish American club, the Sons of Italy or the American legion the night before, sweat pouring off of them and dehydrated!
And they were always in a fowl mood! lol
I think they stopped walking a beat pretty much in the 50's and by 1960 they were pretty much all riding around in cruisers. And they got fatter, and fatter, and fatter!
They were in terrible shape and we knew it!
Sometimes we'd be the ones to start shit with them first because we knew that they would anyway.
We'd walk by them and one guy would say outloud to another; "Hey! Does your father work?"
The other guy would say, "No! He's a fat lazy COP on the take!"
They were easy.
All you had to do was let them take the first swing at you, duck down real fast and come up with an upper cut and knock them on their asses!
It'd take them 5 seconds to get up off the ground and you could boot them on their fat asses a couple of times for good measure while they were trying to get up! lol
There'd be more than 100,000 people at those rallys and they all looked like us! lol
We could see the cops but they couldn't see us!
It was easy to "dissapear."
You'd see the cops at a hot dog stand wolfing down 3 or 4 hotdogs and two large cokes and when the guy asked them for money they'd just look at him and smile.
That's why everyone called them "Pigs" in those days.
One of my buddies was a huge and muscular kid with 18 inch biceps and he never lifted weights! He was *enourmously* strong! We called him "Fritz."
His father had served in a German Panzer division in the war and immigrated.
We were in Harvard Square and sure enough the cops started giving us a ration of shit!
Fritz swore at one of them in German and he got wacked with a wooden billy club that the cops carried in those days.
He ripped it right out of the cop's hand and started slapping him across the face with it, "Wap! Wap! Wap!"
The rest of us took care of the other three cops he was with and it was all over in 10 seconds and we dissapeared into the crowd! lol
The cops were real Bastards in those days! No "lawsuits" then, you had to fight!
It was one thing when they billied some college kid from Ohio and he'd hit the deck in the fetal position after one blow but, we wearn't college kids from Ohio.
We hit them back.
Ahhhhh! The Good ole days!
< Message edited by popeye1250 -- 6/14/2008 1:25:40 PM >
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