"It's this," the young man said. "My draft board just deferred me with a 4-F classification. They told me I wouldn't be any good in my present shape. So there."
I looked at the young phantom.
"Well—go on!"
"Go on? That's all there is to it. They've rejected me. They won't take me."
"And that's your problem?"
"Naturally."
shook my head. It takes all kinds, I guess.
"Now listen to me," I said. "If the army doesn't want you, consider yourself lucky."