There was a lottery. You were in or you were out. Not so fast! If you got No. 195, the last number which could be called, you might be in, you might be out. I waited, and finally I was the last draftee out of Buchanan County in 1970. But I had done some planning and joined the USAF, instead. I became a pilot, not from any real desire to fly; rather, I was a guy who almost made it (but didn’t) and wanted a better alternative!