As an east coast out-of-state graduate student working as a teaching assistant and living in a grad student dormitory, I was living with a number of returned Vietnam vets who had come back to complete an interrupted education. They provided more than enough firsthand information and opinions to allow me to make an informed decision. My number was 195, and my recollection was that the highest number taken was 190. They were taking more than five numbers a week and it was mid-year so I knew I was going. I had spoken to the recruiter, and we had a deal that the day I was called I would go to his office and enlist for four years and be assigned to the Army Intelligence branch because of my educational background. The weekend before I was to be called, President Nixon cancelled the draft, and it was no longer an issue for me.
A result of the draft that was of more lasting importance to me personally was my opinion of the rioting students and the local Madison, WI youth who destroyed a building and killed an innocent student. These events caused me to decide that I did not want to be in such an “academic” environment for the rest of my life, so I went to the Business School, got an MBA in eighteen months, and left Wisconsin to get a job.