I remember sitting around the television at the Theta Chi House at Duke. Everyone was on edge. What numbers would we have and what did they mean? How far down the list would they go? As far as we knew, they might get very far since the war was going hot and heavy.
It was nail biting for everyone and when someone’s number came up, we were all sympathetic but, if our number hadn’t yet come up, we were secretly happy. Mine finally came up. 240! You would think that I was happy. I should have been. But since no one knew how far down the list the draft would go, I was nervous. I stayed nervous that whole year but they didn’t get to my number. They did get close enough (195) to make me pretty anxious, however.