I was in my final year of college when the 1969 draft was conducted. I don’t have memory if it, but I assume I watched the event with my dorm-mates. I was raised in a pacifist Protestant denomination and had no difficulty attaining conscientious objector (CO) status. COs with the I-O classification were required to perform two years of alternative service, i.e. working in a civilian job “contributing to the maintenance of the national health, safety and interest”. And, as I remember, the job had to be some distance from home. Thanks to my low number, the summer after graduation was spent lining up an alternative service gig. I ended up working as an electronics technician in a hospital at the University of Chicago. As it turned out, this job influenced the course of my whole career. I’ve lived with an awareness that I’d been quite fortunate; I had not made the least sacrifice when so many others had suffered physical and/or psychological injury or death in a distant, ill-conceived war.