I remember having to register and I graduated hs in '84.

I turned 18 in 1972 and the draft lotteries and call-up was still in effect. I was a bonafide long-haired hippie at that time and there was no way on earth I was going to find myself going to Vietnam. I was always opposed to the War and what with us slowly pulling out our troops, I wasn't going to be one of the last to go in. I mulled over all the possibilities of avoiding it. Canada, jail time, living underground, shooting off my toes etc. I went through the registration and physical exam-no sense to do something drastic until the last moment

I will always remember the night of the draft lottery. My friends who were in jeopardy and myself sat in my bedroom listening to the radio station that was carrying the live proceedings of the lottery. It went by your date of birth. They were randomly picking dates one by one. It was reported (I'm guessing here) the first 50 dates would be immediately inducted. The next 100 would be on standby status. The balance are out of danger.

You can't imagine the sweat and tension listening to those dates read over the radio at a slow pace. After the first 50 and none of us named, we let out the biggest cheer you can imagine. After the next 100 and we were all still safe, we were jumping up and down like we were standing on hot plates. Then we capped it off by getting good and plastered

My toes are still attached and they are very thankful

I turned 18 in December '74, and things were much less tense by that time. I vaguely remember that I got a high number in the lottery, so I was pretty safe already, and then they suspended the whole Selective Service system, so I tucked the draft card away and didn't think about it again.

That year or the next, I was on the fencing team in college and admired a headband that a teammate was wearing. I asked where he got it and he replied, "Vietnam." We never talked much about it, but I think he was the first vet I met. Around that time I also met someone who'd been at Kent State when the shooting happened.

I didn't meet my wife until decades later, but she's told me about what she was doing then. She's older that I am, so when I was starting high school, she was leaving her first husband in Delaware. She moved to Berkeley in '69 and lived the hippie life for a couple of years. Her boyfriends were chemists at the University who cooked up LSD, DMT, MDA etc. in their spare time. After they were busted, she decided to learn more about how American society worked, and also to get herself an income and a pension - so she joined the Air Force. Since she was older and had a degree, she went in as an officer. Her first job after OCS was in the office that coordinated moving people and cargo around the Pacific. They didn't have enough planes for the Air Force to handle it all, so they contracted with civilian airlines. She, as a second lieutenant in her first year, was dealing with vice presidents of United, Delta, Pan Am etc. She loved the work, and the fact that she was paid the same as men of the same rank, but she didn't like the fact that girdles were still part of the required uniform, or that her first boss demanded sexual favors. She never left the US, but she still qualifies as a Vietnam-era veteran.

So heres a dilemma.

Today my 1 yr old Rottie Odin attacked a neighbors sheep, ripping its neck, but not fatal.
We helped her move the sheep, called a vet, and naturally are paying the bill.
 
The law here is a little ambiguous, but if we involved the police(which even the neighbor is not interested in doing) there is a good chance he could be destroyed.

However, our property is well fenced, our dog was on our side of the fence, and the sheep had her head through the fence (because the grass literally IS greener in this case). All points the neighbor agrees with, by the way.

Do I do what I suspect Im obligated to, and notify the police/council, or do I hope this is isolated, and that with the modifications we intend to make to the fence tomorrow, put this behind us.

Sounds like a terrible experience, hondo.  Glad you're okay.

Yeah our feelings too, though we were fully prepared to have him destroyed. Buying more wire for the fence tomorrow and looking to fence off part I'd the property so he has a safe area. Joys of pets.

It would a nightmare to drive in any blizzard - I got caught in a blizzard once driving home from Portland and the 3 hours drive came to a 8 hours nightmare for me 20 years ago. I'm glad that your are okay and safe ...