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,...
by | Mar 13, 2009 | Stories
I was a senior at UCLA in December 1969 when the first lottery was conducted. I was living in the dorms and the lottery was broadcast over the sound system during dinner. As lottery numbers and birth dates were called the entire...
by | Mar 9, 2009 | Stories
I was born on September 8. On the day of the 1969 draft lottery I sat in my car waiting to hear what my number would be. My birthday was drawn at No. 184. I always thought it would be too low to keep me out of the draft. So, I shrugged and went about my...
by | Mar 4, 2009 | Stories
The draft dominated my life choices. I had already joined the Air Force ROTC before the lottery, so I could go to graduate school at UCLA. After the lottery, where I got a very bad number, I ended up leaving ROTC and going into the Public Health Service as a...
by | Mar 2, 2009 | Stories
My lottery number was 31 and I had to go through some real changes to get out of the draft. I hired a draft attorney named Michael P. His first suggestion, since my dad died in January 1971, was to try to get me out by having my mother declared dependent on her...
