My uncle was in the reserve and also worked in the civilian portion of the military as a recruiter. His MOS was that of military police. At the time, I was a light weight wrestler at Carolina. The military guy that interviewed me said that I would be perfect….they always liked to have one little agressive guy and one big laid back guy in a MP team. Then lottery night came, and my number was 338. On to grad school and then to med school. Now in Wilmington for twenty years. I remember well the relief that came with that number 338.