Forty years have passed, but that evening when the first draft lottery was held will be remembered forever.  I was a sophomore at the UW, living in one of the residence halls.  Radios throughout the floor were glued to the station carrying the lottery.  I remember how slowly time passed and with each number called, you could hear shouts of profanity from around the floor or sighs of relief.  About 30 minutes into the show, some wise ass on the floor began playing "Soldier Boy" to even more shouts of profanity.

As for me, my number was 196.  The last number called during that first draft was 195.  I considered myself the luckiest person around.