I sure remember the night of the lottery.  My friends and I gathered at the KK (the old one on State) to watch the proceedings. I was number 45 (August 2), a very low number.  Quite the party ensued that evening.  In those days, all males had to take 6 weeks (I think) of ROTC, so I decided to stay in and go in the service as an officer.  Towards the end of my sophomore year, I heard that the life expectancy of a first lieutenant was about a month, so I decided to take my chances with the draft.  When I graduated in ’71, I got a job as a teacher and coach at Kimberly High School.  I was hardly on the job when I got my draft notice.  I was astounded at how quickly it came, and I am even more so today since there were no computers then.  The school principal told me there was nothing he could do, so off I went for my physical, which I passed with ease. I returned home to wait.  When the letter came, I felt sick.  I had a hard time getting myself to open it.  When I did, it stated I was not eligible to serve in the armed forces.  I could not even volunteer.  My father was totally disabled in WWII, and died of the disability in ’66.  Further I am an only child.   I did not realize such a deferment existed.  Cause for another party!