I don’t remember much except joining my fraternity brothers in the commons area and watching the drawing on TV. I really had no plan for what I’d do if drafted; I admit I simply felt lucky. Having torn up my knee the previous summer, I knew I couldn’t pass any reasonable physical. I wasn’t worried about serving where I could use my brain; but I was not wanting to serve by putting my body or life on the line.
I was lucky. My number was 310. I remember guys getting low numbers cursing and storming out of the room and me feeling a bit guilty about my excitement with my high number and the misfortune of some of my friends.