by | Mar 22, 2009 | Stories
My story has a series of ironic twists.I was in ROTC while in college. The first irony of the lottery, as I remember it, was that it was being held after I had to commit to the final two years of ROTC training. It was a gamble, but I chose to go with the ROTC option....
by | Mar 16, 2009 | Stories
I was a student at UCLA when the lottery numbers were coming up. I was not affected for I had enlisted in 1966, US Army Airborne, Special Forces. I served in Viet Nam as a Green Beret. My saddest times were when I was discharged and basically spit on by several...
by | Mar 15, 2009 | Stories
Before the lottery, I visited a UCLA attorney to get counseling on how to deal with the draft board. I had already been scheduled for a physical exam in downtown L.A. I showed up with what seemed like hundreds of other guys. We were divided up into small groups...
by | Mar 15, 2009 | Stories
I recall my father-in-law to-be stating that he would assist me and my fiancee/girlfriend to flee to Canada rather than be drafted. At the time this astounded me, as I had previously thought of him as a fairly conservative guy. Naturalized Italian...
by | Mar 14, 2009 | Stories
I remember the feeling of coldness as I watched my same-age, senior-year, male best-friend suite mates celebrating their safe, high lottery numbers. Was this a turning point? It sure was. Medical school became the only remaining graduate field...
by | Mar 13, 2009 | Stories
The real story was in the number, 292. By any standard, a high and SAFE number. I was getting ready to, and did go to Canada, where I hitch-hiked from one end to the other, not always on a natural high. I was vehemently opposed to the Vietnam War,...
