Terry, Wisconsin, 1969. No. 28: Get On With Life

As the draft numbers were being drawn and announced I remember thinking that this really didn’t mean anything, assuming the war would be over before I graduated in two years. So when my number came up as 28 I wasn’t too worried. However two years later it...

Chuck, Kentucky, 1969. No. 312: Radios at the Game

The one memory I have of the draft is that it was occurring during a UW basketball game. It was surreal seeing guys watching the game but with transistor radios glued to their ears. Every once in a while someone would stand up and either cheer or say something like Oh...

Wayne, Wisconsin, 1969. No. 238: No Dropping Out

When I graduated high school in 67 I went to UW- Madison. College gave you a deferment. Then ‘satisfactory progress to degree’, then lottery. I sat in my girlfriend’s apartment on Basset St, Madison and listened to Clyde Coffee on WISM read the...

Mike, Minnesota, 1969. No. 2: The Milk Petition

I believe it was my third year at UW. I was in the school of music, having changed majors from Engineering to Music Education. I had a student deferment draft classification of 2-S.The night of the lottery, I was practicing trombone in one of the practice rooms...

Rick, Wisconsin, 1969. No. 32: By The Skin of His Teeth

I missed the early calling of the numbers when I met up with my friends, arriving around No. 50.  No one remembered which ones had been called unless it was theirs.  On the repeat go-around I got mine and it was as if we were in mourning.  The first...