When the lottery was announced, it seemed unbelievably ridiculous that lawmakers had the power to decide who would die based on the date of their birth. My first cousin received a low lottery number and immediately signed up for the army to avoid being drafted. I remember well watching that lottery on our small portable TV. With each birthday chosen and with each random number called out, I breathed a sigh of relief. I finally received the lottery number of 155. After the drawing, the number of draftees needed each month was announced on the news. My reaction was to basically trust my fate to God without making my fears known to my wife.
That year, the final number chosen by the end of December was somewhere around 120 so I was "safe" for another year. As the next year wore on, the war was winding down and fewer draftees were needed. My first cousin did his military time at an installation in Michigan so never had to go overseas. My brother fared less well, having to serve a tour in Vietnam with injuries, physical and psychological.