After graduation from the University of Wisconsin, I was waiting for my number (212) to be called.  I was called to take my physical with several others from my old High School.  I remember of the seven of us that took the train into Chicago, four of them had overnight bags packed as they were told if they passed the physical, they would be sent directly to camps.

We other three were told that if (when) we passed, we should go home and wait for a letter which would direct us to which camp to report to.

In October, President Nixon kept his campaign promise that no more than two-thirds of the men from any one year would be drafted, and he froze the draft at 195…

Of the four high school friends who were inducted immediately, only two came home.  There but for the grace of God, and President Nixon, I was never called to serve….