My dominant thought when the numbers were drawn was to focus on staying in school. I always felt somehow the draft wouldn’t grab me. I remember hearing of a frat boy throwing a television at the wall and others getting "fall down" drunk. 119 was a number that was a "borderline" number and I found an opening (I believe the fall of ’70) when I threw my number in the draft while in school. When the eligible numbers didn’t rise that high I was further exempt.

At some point, students had to take a military physical and we were bused to Milwaukee. Many of the students tried to trick the physical by pulling all-nighters to make their heart rate abnormal. Sorry, when we looked around the room of naked candidates we knew we were doomed to 1-A if we lost the student deferment.