On the night of the drawing, I was at the architecture building working on a design for my presentation at 8 am the following morning. A freshman shouted, anyone named Charles on this floor. I answered YES, and he said you have a call on the payphone in the hall.
I had given that number to my parents in the event of emergency call to me after hours. I answered with trembling hand and they were both talking at once. Finally, my father asked to speak first….he said: "are you watching the lottery?" I said no but I was aware of the drawing and thought I would read the results the next day in the Atlanta paper. He said: "you drew number 304 and you probably will not be drafted….I am so glad because I feel I served enough for both of us!" My father spent 23 months in a German POW camp named Stallag 17B. He almost starved to death before he was liberated. He was a decorated top turret gunner on a B17 and was shot down over France in 1943.