by | Feb 2, 2009 | Stories
I arrived home in the evening, after the lottery draw had begun. I found my mother listening to the numbers being called on a radio. She, too had missed the beginning of the draw, so we didn’t know if I had already been assigned a low number. I went to my...
by | Feb 1, 2009 | Stories
I watched the first lottery with my floormates in Whitbeck House-Sellery Hall. As each guy had his number called, he left the room. This was a totally spontaneous ritual. The networks speculated that those whose numbers were in the first third-about...
by | Jan 31, 2009 | Stories
It was just a little while ago, but I was fortunate since my number was not called. I do remember some anxiety that summer on the day of the draft. I had hoped to enter ROTC as a freshman, but due to corrective glasses, I was rejected. I believe my student...
by | Jan 30, 2009 | Stories
The night of the lottery, my college roommate and I were watching it on TV. The first date drawn was his birthday — he was No. 1. I hung on until 141, which was a problem. The purpose of the lottery was supposed to be to let you know whether you were going to be...
by | Jan 26, 2009 | Stories
I was a foreign student in grad school at Wisconsin and recall lottery evening very clearly. My date of birth came up quite late in the proceedings, and I wished I could trade with any registrant who had not been so lucky....
by | Jan 25, 2009 | Stories
I was born with an abnormal left leg, and "knew" that if I were ever drafted, I’d get a physical deferment. So, I never took my II-S, and instead let myself be classified I-A. Early in 1969, Richard Nixon sent me...
