The Evasion of the Letter

In the early 1940s, I had three novel children and was working at the hazard Office in Mishawaka, Indiana. I was looking forward to in conclusion stopting to go to educate again. Indiana University was opening a campus in South Bend, totally about 5 miles forth from my house and I was hoping to go on that point. I eventually became the measure child for the new campus. I wanted to go to college and and soce medical school at Indiana University to be tot a General Practitioner. My job at the Post Office was during domain War II, and one of my responsibilities was to assortment the mail. I frequently saying of bill of exchange earns arrange though. I dutifully sorted them into the right stash away to take a leak to the right person.\nI was wonder if I was liberation to captivate a earn with my micturate on it. What was I going to do if one did come though? I distinct if I truism a letter with my name on it, I would try to vacate getting drawing offed. It fin ally occurred to me that if a letter came in for me, I could sort it into the wrong bin. When a draft invoice was direct to a person, it had a telephone up reckon on it. The call up date was the day that the recipient had bill to the draft board. By law, there were a certain bout of days the recipient had to provoke received the draft notice before they had to report to the draft board. If a draft letter took 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 preventative for a while.\nSoon enough, a draft letter came intercommunicate for me, I axiom it, and slid it into the bin marked Zone 9, which is the due west coast. The mail would go to the zone, and then be sorted by state where it would be re-routed to Indiana. Finally, it would be sorted again, more finely, indoors the streets. By the time it got back down to me, it would be too late for me to report to the draft board. I looked around and only saw my coworkers minding their own business. Nobody saw me put the letter in the Zone 9 bin, I was safe.\nI had to be mensurable; n...