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I was preaching when I met the draft board it was very scary I was an 18 year old the Vietnam war was on and all the demostrations and draft dodgers had them mad if it had not been for the mercy of God the guy over the draft board would have sent me to Leavenworth he said so. Our church was NOT UPC we had no articles of faith so I was on my own. I honor the men who fought and those who died and have never besmirched them. Anyone who went is a hero to me. I just could not take up arms, to this day I do not have a gun since I don't hunt. I probably did not do it right since I did it on my own but the Lord had to have delivered me. I met the board 3 times. The last time I kissed my mother good by I figured they would haul me off to prison. But a Catholic doctor who owned the hospital interceded for me by telling them if his son was a priest he would not want him carrying a gun. He talked them in your giving me a deference on ministry basis. The Lord was indeed my helper.
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