by | Jan 19, 2014 | Stories
I entered the University of Georgia as a freshman in the fall of 1967. I was 17 years old when I walked into my first ROTC class. Sgt. Lunsford strode in and declared, "Firepower is bullets hitting people!" That’s all I remember...
by | Jan 16, 2014 | Stories
I remember being at the fraternity house that night in 1969 when the lottery took place. I was a sophomore at UGA. My number was actually a good one (228), but I didn’t realize how good it was. A good friend of my father’s was on the...
by | Jan 10, 2014 | Stories
I was a freshman at Georgia on scholastic probation after the first quarter. I needed to bring my grades up by the end of the second quarter or I was toast…surely heading to Vietnam! I was under a lot of pressure grade-wise when...
by | Jan 6, 2014 | Stories
As the evening dragged on, our gathering around the radio dwindling as the draft dates were drawn, I became convinced that my number had come and I had missed it. I knew that I had to be in the first echelon of birth dates. I had already been reclassified...
by | Dec 17, 2013 | Stories
It was 1 December 1969, and I was a freshman at the University of Rhode Island. Forty or so guys were huddled around the big TV in the lobby watching the results.About twenty-five of us put $1 each into a pool so that the guy who drew the lowest number would win the...
by | Dec 8, 2013 | Stories
207. That was my number. Anytime I hear that number in the near half-century since, I immediately recognize its significance to me. I think they got to about number 195 the following year to be inducted. Lots of wondering if they would get to my number or not. I read...
