Still naked as Jay birds, we were sent to sit in our little orange plastic chairs, which had been lined up against a rear wall, that had been covered by heavy blue velvet curtains. Upon our arrival at the Selective Service office, these had been closed, but sometime during the exam, someone had opened them up. Read More...

Prior to the Selective Service Exam, we were soundly reprimanded for our previous behavior and the room fell quiet. The doctor then had us form up in one long line-an arms length apart and facing opposite our plastic chairs. Another man in a white smock appeared out of a side room, carrying a small plastic bucket. No one said a word, but we were all wondering, what the heck the bucket was for. Surely it wasn’t for the Selective Service Exam! Read More...