Fred, Georgia, 1969. No. 154: Take Your Chances

In my senior year at Duke my student deferment was rapidly coming to an end. I remember thinking that the draft had always gotten well beyond my number in the past and if I didn’t want to end up slogging around the jungle on foot I needed to enlist.  Because I...

Nick, California, 1969. No. 300+: Drink More Beer And Pray

I remember the Draft Lottery well. I was a senior at Duke University and awaiting acceptance to Medical School. Clearly, the Vietnam War was not supported philosophically by many college students then eligible for the Draft and hence the unhappiness and angst that...

Dolgan, Michigan, 1969. No. 341: 18 And Immortal

Several things were going through my mind that night:  I had no control over what was going to happen so why worry; I might be IV-F; I was ambivalent about going because the discipline might be good for me; it might be a great!? adventure; and at 18 I was immortal and...

Harry, Virginia, 1969. No. 229: A Good Day To Enter The World

The draft and then the lottery dominated not only my life, but everyone around me during my college years until I “placed out” of a likely trip to Vietnam.  Once I realized that going to Vietnam was a real possibility, I did not want to rely only on chance...

Larry, New York, 1969. No. 029: My Goose Was Cooked

I remember listening number by number that night and being surprised that no March birthdays had been called. Until No. 29 which was March 2. So I knew my goose was cooked and it was just a matter of time until I was over there. However, in late December 1970,...

Mark, Maryland, 1969. No. 246: Positively Euphoric

The night of the first lottery, when I was a freshman at Duke University, I was in the “Pep Band” at a Duke basketball game in Greensboro, NC.  The bus ride to the game (about an hour away) was interminable and deadly quiet, and we were all nervous wrecks...