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It was now December 17, 1952 and Phil was playing football with Putzie outside. Phil turned to see the mailman walking up the driveway. "Hey Mr. Fester!" Phil greeted the older man as Mr. Fester looks up and smiled.

"Well hello Phil, how are ya?" Mr. Fester asked.

"I'm doin' alright." Phil smiled.

Mr. Fester hands Phil the mails.

"Hi Mr. Fester!" Putzie smiled.

"Hey son, what's happenin'?" Mr. Fester smiled.

"Not much." Putzie replied.

They both chuckled at him as Phil looked down at the letter.

"Well you boys have a great day, now." Mr. Fester smiled.

"Bye!" Putzie waved.

Mr. Fester went Danny's house to bring up the Zukos' their mails while Phil was distracted by the letter.

"What'cha readin', Philly?" Putzie asked.

Phil looks down at him.

"Oh just a mail, nothing important." Phil says.

"Oh, ok! Can I go see Danny?" Putzie asked smiling, making Phil chuckled at him.

"Go ahead." Phil said.

"Yay!" Putzie cheered.

Putzie ran off to Danny's house as Phil walked inside the house to see his parents in the kitchen, his dad was reading the newspaper and his mother was knitting a sock for the new baby. Phil cleared his throat as they looked up at him and smiled at their eldest son.

"Hey sport, what's up?" Peter asked him.

"Uh…I um…" Phil started.

Peyton saw her eldest was pale, so she put down her things and stood up, walking over to him.

"You're white as a sheet. Are you ok baby?" She asked, making Phil chuckled at her.

Peyton was always protective of him and Putzie.

"I'm fine mom, it's just…I got this in the mail today." Phil said handing Peyton the letter.

Peter stood up and they both read the letter.

"Honey, Phil got drafted!" Peyton exclaims. "Oh dear, he can't go. He's just a baby."

"Dad, you always said a man gotta go what a man gotta do, right?" Phil asked.

"Well son…if it says you gotta do it…then I think you should…" Peter tells him. "As much I don't want any of my kids getting hurt..."

"Dear, please don't make him go." Peyton cried.

"I promise I'll write." Phil promised as Peyton hugs her eldest son and then thought of Putzie.

"They won't get Putzie drafted, will they?" Peyton asked.

"Don't worry mom, I'll be the only kids who'll go into war." Phil assured her.

"Now dear, it isn't nice to scare your mother like that." Peyton said.

"I know, but it's said that I have to do it." Phil said. "I just hope they don't make me shave my hair."

They chuckled at him.

"But I'll make sure I'll get home in time to see my baby brother or baby sister when it's born." Phil adds.

"What does it say when you're leaving?" Phil asked.

"January 3rd of 1953." Phil answered.

"Please don't go, baby!" Peyton begged as she hugs her first born tightly, wanting to protect him from getting killed.

Phil knew that everyone was gonna have a hard time, epically Putzie. Peter didn't want to his son to be in a war.