I vividly remember being in Allen Fieldhouse, at a KU basketball game, sitting with friends in seats directly behind the basket (where we always sat), when I learned that my lottery number was sufficiently high that I could avoid going to war.  It was bittersweet–I felt happy and relieved for me, but sad for others whose numbers were low.  I was able to follow through with my plans to get my degree, go on to law school and practice law.