As someone who was drafted in the Vietnam era (but who was rejected due to a wasp sting allergy), my major issue wasn't so much being forced to go, but having no voice in whether I agreed with a war* that I'd probably have to fight in.

Bright side: learned to type in HS thanks to that war. My dad: "If you want to be able to pick whether you're on the front line or not, you need to be able to say one thing." Me: "What's that, dad?" Dad: "I can type." So I elected typing class (was the only male in there).

He'd done some scary things in WWII (scout / forward observer), came home badly wounded, saw no reason that should also happen to his sons.

*as I saw it we were on the side of landlords in a peasant revolt.