I'm not interested anymore although I'm sure you don't care Kg4kpg.
We pussies during Viet Nam were only voting with our conscience.
Edit: I was 1A and my lottery number was 87. Imagine that, you didn't even get to choose about service. But it was 1974 so there was little chance of being drafted. I went to see my Pastor; in our faith no war is a good war, and he suggested I ask for alternative service. So I went down to the SSA and sat in front of a group of pretty intimidating guys (remember I'm 18), in uniform who read my letter, asked me a bunch of questions, and reclassified me 1AO (armed forces/alternate service, full exposure to combat but unarmed), which suited my moral position as a pacifist.
I actually thought it took a lot of balls to a) not run off, b) face the music, and c) make my case successfully. Now I'll be the first to admit that the stakes weren't as high as they might have been in 1968, but I balanced serving my country with doing what I felt was right at that time.
I'd be glad to PM you my own feelings, but you make the first move. In the meantime, I think your sig line is really divisive. We are supposed to be friends here, friend.
Bill