by | Sep 14, 2008 | Stories
The lottery will always be for me one of those events one always remembers where he or she was when it took place. I was in my car on the way back from Jacksonville, Fl, after a University of Florida basketball game. In the car were my roommate...
by | Sep 10, 2008 | Stories
I was born on June 20, 1950. At the time of the draft lottery I worked at U.S. Steel and I still do. My best friend, who is the same age as me, also worked at the mill. We always rode to work together. I remember on the night of the very first draft we were...
by | Sep 7, 2008 | Stories
I was in my third year at the University of Wisconsin, Madison, and was perched with 30 others friends in front of the TV to watch the draft number picks. The mood was almost that of a party as we all thought we were invincible and unable to be drafted into the army...
by | Sep 7, 2008 | Stories
On the night of the lottery I drove around for an hour listening to the drawing. Got No. 221 and felt more or less relieved. The draft did not affect my direction or schooling. It did, however, expose me to civil disobedience related to the draft and...
by | Sep 7, 2008 | Stories
I remember watching the drawing from the tv room of my fraternity house. I had No. 168 while a sophomore at UNC. I left college and was drafted well past my cut-off date. Being strongly...
by | Sep 7, 2008 | Stories
In 1969, I was in my fourth year at the University of Wisconsin in Madison (I was on the "five year plan"). I lived in a small apartment building on Frances Street, behind the Brat House on State Street. The rent was...
