I remember sitting around the commons room getting drunk and cheering as each number was drawn. Mine was pretty low at 28. I remember that it was low enough to make it suicidal to drop out of school.

I had considered taking time out of school for "personal development", travel, goofing off, getting some maturity. Probably I was better off staying in school. I briefly considered dropping out my sophomore year and proactively joining the Navy but decided against it. I stayed in school, went on to medical school and when I finished that, the military wasn’t interested in me anymore.

So now I have three sons, all volunteers: two  Marines and one soldier, with a total of nine deployments in the Middle East. Karma is a bitch.