I had heard about my father, Bee Lucke’s troubles with draft boards for years. As a matter of fact it was sort of a family joke. It seemed that in 1944 and early 1945 the local draft board was short of draftable men so they started taking married men with one child. Bee Lucke fit that bill perfectly. I was the one child.
As mother told the story, every time he went to Butte to take his physical he was told that he was going to be drafted so when he got back home to Havre, some of his friends would throw him a huge going away party. Then he didn’t get drafted but instead was called to Butte aga...
