Who's gonna tell you hen It's too late? Who's gonna tell you things Aren't so great?

You can't go on Thinking nothing's wrong Who's gonna drive you home tonight ------------The Cars---Drive

THE POPE EXPLAINS CONSCIENTIOUS OBJECTION IN THE NEW WORLD ORDER

the evening of December 1, 1969---the first Nixon draft lottery: Whitt, his roommate Gressley, and I are listening to the radio in their dorm room on the campus of Denison University as millions of young men and their families across America find out who will be get draft numbers (chosen by birthdays) low enough to make them eligible to die or be maimed, and/or to inflict such punishments on others, in an undeclared, stupid, and arguably illegal war in far off Vietnam, a war which the United States is destined to lose. We have all demonstrated against this war and will do so again.

Whitt and Gressley are not concerned about being sent to Vietnam themselves; they are both legally blind and so won't be called on to fight unless the Vietcong attack the student union. -I am not concerned either, because I am, of course, exempt as a religious leader. Gressley's older brother is already in Vietnam; he will make it home alive and uninjured, but by no means unharned. -Whitt has two younger brothers, both perfectly healthy, who will be assigned numbers in this lottery. -My brothers and sisters are living in My Lai, but not for much longer.- The birthdays of Whitt's brothers are drawn early. -The event comes to a close with the drawing of the last birthday, June 8--Whitt's birthday--which is assigned draft number 366, what a waste. -Go get Miller and Kirschenhofer.- It's time for five.

So Whitt never got to see beautiful downtown Saigon; the Vietnamese changed the name to Ho Chi Monh City when they won the war and kicked out the foreign aggressors.