BABY
BOOMER BABBLE
A war
generation
Baby boomers are a product of war. Soldiers returning home from
WWII were mighty horny. And presto, between 1946-60, approximately 75 million
of us were born. The largest generation of Americans, ever. And one that has
become weary, and leery, of war.
Korea touched us briefly. Starting in 1950, it lasted until
1953. Boomers were too young to participate. Still, some fathers, uncles,
cousins, brothers, lost their lives in Korea. Some 33,665 soldiers did. There
were not many stories told about Korea. It was overshadowed by WWII and the war
that was to come.
Vietnam. America first became involved in 1961. It slowly, from
1964-75, became a major war, with 2.59 million Americans eventually serving.
58,226 soldiers gave their lives. It was, and continues to be the longest
military conflict in our history. Saigon fell to the Communists on April 30,
1975. North and South Vietnam became known as The Socialist Republic of
Vietnam. Every baby boomer would, in one way or another, be affected by the
Vietnam War. Questions continue to be asked today: What was it all about? What
was accomplished? Why?
I was no exception to the warŐs effect. In 1966, two months
before my graduation, I enlisted in the army. I, like many of my friends, would
follow in the footsteps of our fathers and would serve in the military. There
seemingly was no choice. You would do what was expected of you. The army had a
deferred enlistment program at the time, where you got paid and got credit for
time served from graduation to Sept. 1. I was to report for duty on Sept. 5,
1966. I signed up to become an operating room technician. With a high school
diploma and no skills, I'm guessing I would have become infantry.
Two weeks prior to my graduation, my father died from a sudden
heart attack. My enlistment became null and void, and I was assigned a draft
classification of III-A, a hardship case. I went to work to help my mother
until she got on her feet. I began college about a year later, eventually
transferring to Southern Illinois University. My draft classification changed
to II-S, college student. I graduated in 1971, got married, and headed for
Bethany Theological Seminary. I actually did not go to seminary to stay out of
the military. I always admired my best friendŐs father, who was a minister and
early advocate for the environment. I was following in his footsteps. My
deferment moved to IV-D, divinity student.
Backing up a bit, my life turned toward the left while I was an
undergraduate student at SIU. My advisor and mentor was a radical sociologist
who followed the ideology of Marx. I was a sociology major and political
science minor, so politics and socialism started creeping into my life. By the
time I graduated I had been to the 1968 Democratic Convention, had volunteered
in the Bobby Kennedy Presidential campaign, was involved in numerous anti-war
demonstrations, and lead a takeover of the PresidentŐs office at SIU the day
after the Kent State killings.
Bethany Theological Seminary, in Oak Brook, Illinois, was
associated with the Church of the Brethren, a traditional pacifist church. One
of the worldŐs leading authorities on pacifism and nonviolence, Dr. Dale
Brown, became my advisor and mentor while I was at Bethany, from 1971-72. Now,
along with my radical politics, I became a pacifist and advocate for
non-violent social change. These were odd mixtures for someone coming from
where I did, a mere three months away from a three-year enlistment in the army
some seven years earlier. I was 24.
When I left seminary, I declared myself a conscientious
objector and petitioned the draft board. I appeared before them three times
before I was granted conscientious objector status, on December 5, 1972. To the
best of my knowledge, I was granted the only CO status outside of a
non-traditional pacifist church that was given by this particular draft board,
who, in a rural Southern Illinois area, were extremely conservative.
While arranging my two years alternative service, the draft
ended. What had been a major influence in my life for seven years had ended.
I do believe most of us did what we thought was best regarding
the Vietnam War. Many of my friends served. Luckily, none were seriously
injured. We were young and influenced primarily by our families, particularly our
fathers. In death, my father changed the course of my life. Still, after all
these years, I wonder how he would have felt about it?