
I was researching my family tree and I found my great-grandfather’s World War I draft card. He was drafted when he was 33 years old, which is how old I am.
If it was 1918 instead of 2011, I would’ve been kissing my wife and kids goodbye, grabbing a rifle, and suiting up to go in the trenches towards almost certain death. Instead, I’m tapping on my MacBook Pro, sipping a latte and opining about the web.
Sobering.



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