I had already served in the Navy in Vietnam before college and law school and the draft lottery. My draft number ended up being very high in any event.

About a third of our law school class (1969-1972) was composed of veterans.  There were an ample number of protesters who spent a lot of their time protesting the Vietnam war, the Nixon administration, and other perceived problems in the world. The veterans took some pleasure in wondering how our colleagues would change their stripes if they were drafted. The ensuing discussion were joyful and riotous, a fine diversion from the tension and tedium of law school.