I just read the Staff Report Entitled “Why didn’t Frank Sinatra serve in the military during World War II?”, and I see that the date posted at the top in some time in 99, about 6 years ago. Well, I hope I am not flogging a dead horse, but I feel I should point out something very significant - perhaps so mush so that SDSTAFF Jill may have to update the post…
My grandfather, during World War II, served at the Brooklyn Navy Yard, and being slightly too old for active duty military service (born 1908), and having the appropriate background, was assigned the duty of performing all entrance physicals for new recruits and draftees.
One day, early in the war, a young, skinny guy was rushed via the ‘back way’ into he building where all examination were performed. Grandpa was assigned as one of the team of three docs who examined the young man, who as you may have guessed, was one Francis Sinatra, of Hoboken, NJ. Grandpa did not know him, but one of the other doctors did, and said something. Although Frank was not the star he would be in the post-war era, he was known for big band and radio programs, and he was certainly recognizable in New York. In fact, they brought him the back door that day because he has already developed problems with crowds of girls following his every move.
The common belief about Sinatra’s failure to serve has always had to do with his ears - they were ruptured; punctured; he was tone deaf - something like that. Grandpa said that not only did he pass the exam with flying colors (he was an “A”) but that his ears, which my grandfather personally inspected, were totally fine. He even scoffed at the notion in later years when he heard it parroted on TV or in an interview. He would say “The man was a singer for god’s sake - how could he have anything other than perfect hearing?! If his ears were damaged, he wouldn’t have been Frank Sinatra!”
At the end of the exam, the docs pronounced him fit to serve, and the managers had a fit. According the Grandpa, Sinatra seemed OK with the idea of serving, but his agent was incensed by it. The agent raised a sh**storm with Grandpa’s C.O., and a few days later, word came down from the top that Frankie was to be listed “4-F”. Before he left though, he was nice enough to pose for a couple of photos with the exam team, and even autographed something for one of the other doc’s wife.
So, there is your story - from a man who was there. I heard it a hundred times growing up, and I’ve seen the photos. I imagine if you looked up the physicians’ report, my grandfather’s name would be signed at the bottom. Grandpa never knew for sure what machinations had resulted in the 4-F ruling, but there was nothing, medically, that would have justified him receiving it.
Just as an aside, Grandpa and Mr. Sinatra kept in touch over the years – Christmas cards and the like. Gramps always said he was a nice man and polite man. When Gramps died a few years back, Mr. Sinatra even sent a nice card (Probably signed by his manager, for all I know). Oh, and, before you feel the need to point it out, I am aware that Frank is dead, too. Grandpa died before Ol’ Blue Eyes.
Hope that was illuminating.