June 8th, 1972 – the last legal day that I had to register for the draft at a US Consulate. It was a family plan since my draft notice had been prepared when I was 10 years old… long story… oldest brother got an essential industry deferment, next brother crossed into Canada (or break his ankle four more times), next brother got a medical deferment, I was “too healthy”… (then again much about me was a mystery to my family through my teenaged years and even before and after, came close to becoming a lifer in the US Navy… another long story).
Registering outside of the US was the rich persons and Diplomats son’s option… No one was ever drafted from that board, I just could not return to the US for more than 30 days.
At over 200 years now, the US has set the record but the issue has become when the US implodes who else will be taken down with them. The US, North America, Northern hemisphere, or the world…
The local story goes of father talking to his son, “Son, I will support you in whatever you endeavour and welcome you home in good times or bad but if you become a politician you will never darken my doorway again”.
Politics, a necessary evil practice by “honourable persons” (in their words) but currently in the US and UK that “honourable” has been stretched past belief.