All this was happening to me because there is this war, somewhere in the Far East, and the world gives you a limited number of alternatives for dealing with it. You can hit the trail for Canada and never look back. You can go to jail for your moral reservations and let buggerers and car thieves beat up on you for being less decent than they. Of you can do what a fellow I know did: actively protest it all by lying down in front of a troop ship. And if you don't drown, you can go to jail for "interfering with the workings of the Defense Department" - which is an overstatement if I ever heard one. Or you can go the pink-panties route, or scribble on your induction notice "deceased." Or you can try for a deferment as a conscientious objector, if at age three you started keeping carbons of letters you've written to random clergymen about how terrible war is, and can communicate the problems of "existentially coming to grips with transcendental values" in terms your draft board can understand and appreciate. Or you can be lucky enough to be born with an incapacitating handicap. I tried putting in for a medical deferment on the basis of a jaundiced abdomen, weak vertebrae, wobbly knees and a markedly poor history of relations with authority. I submitted my junior high school detention record as corroboration - to no avail. And so my decision became: in or out. And there was no way out that I could live with and no way in but compromiise.
There is a middle road, said Gautama Buddha, between pleasure and pain, so I sought the middle road of the six months' Reserves. To qualify for the other kind of weekend war-making, the National Guard, it helps to have a) political connections, b) minority group status - but only in the three months immediately following a ghetto massacre, or c) a great desire to smack your fellow citizens around and clean up after sewer strikes.
The Marines have Reserves, but you have to be able to swallow the Marines to join. The Navy and Air Force have Reserves, but their initial active-duty hitch is unconscionably long. The Coast Guard has Reserves, but God only knows how to get in. I think you have to be born into it. But the Army. Ah, the Army Reserve.
Like the hottest places in Dante's hell, it specializes in accommodating those who in times of moral crisis preserved their neutrality. They offer you a better shot at staying alive than anyone else, for a pretty cheap price. All you pledge is six months of active duty in a dull but safe U.S. Army base and two weeks of annual summer training for six years, both of which are tolerable, given the alternatives....There, men who get their charge by ordering other men around will order you, threaten you and make sure you have a haircut -- all of which keeps us free from the atheistic Communists. Not much more goes on.
--Peter Tauber, The Sunshine Soldiers."