The nice draft officer will ring your doorbell, flirt with your mom, and sit on your couch. You will be summoned from the basement and before you can process what just happened you will be on the bus on your way to get your head shaved for your compulsory vacation to Fort Benning.
>"when I see him on my lawn I'll grab my Glock and-"
You won't do shit.
>"B-b-but frag my-"
You. Won't. Do. Shit.
Sorry zoomzooms.
Cry about it. Cope about it. Even seethe about it.
It doesn't matter.
You will be getting on the bus.
Accept it.