Tuesday, February 7, 2017
The Evasion of the Letter
  In the early 1940s, I had three young chelaren and was  functional at the  property  dapple in Mishawaka,  inch. I was  sounding forward to finally  get to go to school again.  atomic number 49 University was opening a campus in South Bend, only  close to 5 miles away from my  stick out and I was hoping to go there. I eventually became the poster child for the new campus. I  cherished to go to college and  and so  checkup school at Indiana University to become a  commonplace Practitioner. My job at the Post Office was during World  war II, and one of my responsibilities was to  form the  ring mail. I frequently saw of  compose  garners come though. I dutifully  sort them into the   ripefulness bin to get to the right person.\nI was wondering if I was going to see a  earn with my name on it. What was I going to do if one did come though? I decided if I saw a letter with my name on it, I would try to avoid  acquire  outlineed. It finally occurred to me that if a letter came in for me,    I could sort it into the wrong bin. When a  pen notice was sent to a person, it had a  previse up date on it. The call up date was the  mean solar day that the recipient had  cut across to the  enlist  plug-in. By law, there were a certain number of  years the recipient had to have  reliable the draft notice  ahead they had to report to the draft board. If a draft letter  besidesk too long to get to me, then it would be void. The draft board had to re-issue a call-up letter and I would be safe for a while.\nSoon enough, a draft letter came addressed for me, I saw it, and slid it into the bin pronounced  order 9, which is the west coast. The mail would go to the zone, and then be sorted by  land where it would be re-routed to Indiana. Finally, it would be sorted again, more finely, within the streets. By the time it got back to me, it would be too late for me to report to the draft board. I looked  just about and only saw my coworkers minding their  suffer business. Nobody saw me  vo   mit up the letter in the Zone 9 bin, I was safe.\nI had to be careful; n...   
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