Warp – Dancing Ahead of the Draft
Dad got drafted. His mother called him to let him know.
He’d been in college, and though he transferred to the University of Hawaii, apparently that information didn’t get updated with the draft board. When they checked to see if he was still registered at the University of Texas. When he was not, he was deemed eligible, and his number came up. His mom called to let him know she had given them his new address, and his draft notice would be arriving in the mail.
("Thanks mom," he always said when telling this story, with an obligatory eye roll.)
There he was, with a newborn and no money, in Hawaii. So, he joined the Navy. He had studied a little biology, and he was looking to have a good chance to stay out of the war as long as possible, so he signed up for the medical corps.
And they sent him to Illinois.
In the middle of winter.
He didn’t even have a coat.
Mom and I joined later. So, my time in Hawaii only lasted a few months. This bit is fragmented. I only know about it second-hand, passed down in anecdotes like family heirlooms.
He worked in a Navy hospital, in OB/GYN. There was a preemie there, who was one of the smallest children ever successfully kept alive. Spider. Spider could wear barbie clothes.