As an ROTC cadet, we were signing the paperwork for entering the Air Force as an officer upon graduation or enlisted if you dropped out of school.

As we started to sign, someone said "let’s go around the room and say our lottery numbers." Most were under 100 and many were in the below 50 range.  When they got to me and I  said mine was 342, they all said to get the hell out of there. Old ladies and cripples would be picked before I would be taken. But I stayed and spent over 22 years in the Air Force.