The first lottery fell on a cold night in Madison. Lottery parties were the order of the day. Watching the event on TV, everyone was drinking and sweating out the results. Some said hell no, they wouldn’t go, others said they would. Fortunately for our group, no one at our party received a low number. I believe my number was 318. My younger brother didn’t fare so well in a later lottery. He received number 6 and decided to join so he could pick his duty, as he was told that his musical skills would place him in a service band. Of course this was not the case, but he came out quite well as an MP guarding a cave and sampling the beer and wine in Germany.