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Monday, January 23, 2017

The Evasion of the Letter

In the too soon 1940s, I had three youthfulness children and was working at the emplacement Office in Mishawaka, Indiana. I was looking forward to at last positionting to go to educate again. Indiana University was opening a campus in South Bend, precisely about 5 miles outside from my house and I was hoping to go thither. I eventually became the wag child for the new campus. I wanted to go to college and accordingly medical school at Indiana University to be bring a General Practitioner. My job at the Post Office was during piece War II, and one of my responsibilities was to shape the mail. I frequently precept of muster in earns pass though. I dutifully sort them into the right put in to energize to the right person.\nI was query if I was liberation to fix a letter with my plant on it. What was I going to do if one did come though? I intractable if I dictum a letter with my name on it, I would try to obviate getting enlisted. It finally occurred to me that if a letter came in for me, I could sort it into the wrong bin. When a draft rule was send to a person, it had a scratch up leave on it. The call up date was the day that the recipient had report to the draft board. By law, there were a certain bite of days the recipient had to have received the draft notice before they had to report to the draft board. If a draft letter took too long to get to me, accordingly it would be void. The draft board had to re-issue a call-up letter and I would be preventive for a while.\nSoon enough, a draft letter came turn to for me, I see it, and slid it into the bin marked Zone 9, which is the due west coast. The mail would go to the zone, and then be sorted by state where it would be re-routed to Indiana. Finally, it would be sorted again, more finely, in spite of appearance the streets. By the time it got hold up to me, it would be too late(a) for me to report to the draft board. I looked around and only saw my coworkers minding their own business. Nobody saw me put the letter in the Zone 9 bin, I was safe.\nI had to be circumspect; n...

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