by | Aug 20, 2008 | Stories
The night of the first lottery I began watching it at the Beta House at Wisconsin with several of the guys. The atmosphere was too tense, so I walked over to the Library and began studying in the second floor reading room. About an hour later, my girlfriend...
by | Aug 19, 2008 | Stories
Sheer panic ran through my veins in anticipation of the lottery. Like most of us, I had a II-S student deferment and thought I would not be exposed to the draft. Well, the lottery came and I did OK (#215) but my cousin, born on Sept. 14, drew #1. He...
by | Aug 18, 2008 | Stories
I was "between" schools, having spent the first two years out of high school at Stout State, mostly drinking and being remembered for being able to open a beer can with my teeth and slam the contents down, all in less than 30 seconds. Perhaps it was my lack...
by | Aug 16, 2008 | Stories
Senior at Univ. of Florida and thought (or really did not have clarity of thought) that I would take my chances on a high number with the lottery. Well, my number came up in the double digits, so the ole boy was gone. Almost too old for the reserves and certainly...
by | Aug 12, 2008 | Stories
I was a Canadian citizen living in the United States since the fifties. Back in the sixties, non-citizens still had to register with the U.S government as a landed immigrant. I don’t know why but landed immigrant males still had to register for the...
by | Aug 12, 2008 | Stories
My lottery number was high enough that I was probably safe from the draft–and I had received a scholarship to Tulane which also would have helped. But, I was sufficiently anal about all of this such that I went down to the draft board headquarters to kind of...
