>Jerry;
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>The physical we got at the Oakland Induction Center was something like “Raise your right hand. Raise your left hand. You are 1A!

At the Denver induction center it was pretty good (and pre-Viet Nam). The were marking all over guys bodies with black markers, checking eyes, doing blood work, eye and ear checks, blance checks,.. even caught my slight dyslexia. I didn't have a mark on me. The last thing they looked at were the feet. I was told to take three steps backwards and walk 'throught that door'.
Behind that door I was told to put my clothes back on, I had 'hammer toes' and wasn't physically fit for military service. I didn't know what 'hammer toes' was. What ever it was, it didn't stop from hiking around the mountains in the years previous to this event. In the long run, for me, failing the physical was one of the best things that happend to me. After I saw my old high school friend, whom I had talked into joining with me, I realized that I would never have survived a military inlistment. I was too violent and angry. I had freqently thought about shooting my dad and step mother before I left the house. In the military I would have ended up shooting a DI or something, or becoming a drunk.