by | Apr 2, 2009 | Stories
Like every other male our age at UW-Madison, my best friends and I sat up waiting to hear what our numbers would be. It was a tumoultous time and before we would graduate we would see numerous demonstrations, TA strikes, riots, would get pepper-gassed,...
by | Mar 30, 2009 | Stories
I was in my sophmore year at UCSB, listening to the first draw with my friends. None of us supported the war; we couldn’t understand why American boys our age needed to die to keep a country in SE Asia from falling to Communism. The draft seemed...
by | Mar 29, 2009 | Stories
I watched in the basement of the Phi Delta Theta fraternity house at 535 Gayley–long since replaced by apartments. I believe there were copious amounts of intoxicants consumed, legally in that darkened room, and illegally elsewhere in the house and...
by | Mar 29, 2009 | Stories
The draft lottery was the only lottery I ever won, with a 95. As I was contemplating a career in federal law enforcement or intelligence following graduation from UCLA, I decided to enlist in the Army so I could choose a relevant career field that might provide...
by | Mar 29, 2009 | Stories
On the eve of the first lottery, I sat in the fraternity house, terrified along with most of the brothers. I was a soph and a determined anti-war demonstator. As each number was called, each of us feared the worst. The media was speculating that the first third would...
by | Mar 27, 2009 | Stories
I had joined the Navy ROTC at UCLA because I needed a source of income. I had the opportunity to receive a full scholarship if I signed the paperwork which would commit me to serve four years after graduation. I didn’t expect this would put me...
