Tom, Georgia, 1969. No. 091: The Last Draftee

As I recall, the entire frat house was watching and listening to the lottery and drinking beer.  After about number 200 or so, I took a bio break and while standing there, another brother came to use the head.  He was one year older than me, but we both had the same...

Ben, Georgia, 1969. No. 366: Bowl of Destiny

I was sitting in a dorm room at Georgia with 4 or 5 other resident friends, drinking beer and listening to the live draft on the radio. There was a lot of tension in the room as your number had a huge impact on your immediate future and the choices you faced. A low...

Tom, Georgia, 1969. One Year Teaching Was Enough

Before the date of the first lottery I had already been in Air Force ROTC for four years. After graduating in 1969 I was slated to be commissioned in the Air Force. However, on the morning of my signing up I decided I actually did not want to be commissioned as a...

Dee, Georgia, 1969. No. 262: Lacing Up The Hightops

I was living in the fraternity house when the first lottery was held. Everybody put a dollar (or five or whatever it was) in a pot and whoever had the lowest number “won” the money. As you might imagine, it was a pot no one wanted to win. My friend...

Michael, Georgia, 1969. No. 241: Left Its Mark

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 from ROTC that...

Walter, Georgia, 1969. No. 228: Better Than I Knew

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 draft board in...