by | Jun 13, 2010 | Stories
When I was a junior at Chapel Hill, I had already lost one high school friend who joined the Marines, stormed a machine gun nest somewhere in Vietnam, and was ripped open. By then the Marines were drafting and I knew the possibilities were growing that I too would be...
by | Jun 13, 2010 | Stories
In 1969, I enrolled in graduate school for a MA and PhD. I also went for a draft physical in the spring of 1970. I received a I-Y status due to damage of the left wrist from two previous fractures. This allowed me to complete my MA and PhD during the Vietnam war...
by | Jun 11, 2010 | Stories
In the spring of my senior year at the University of North Carolina (1969) I decided that I should resist the war and the draft and returned my draft card. At that point I do not recall that I even knew of the lottery. After graduation I entered the...
by | Jun 6, 2010 | Stories
I was still at Carolina, in law school, and at my old fraternity house the night of the lottery (Pi Lambda Phi). We had a pool, for a few dollars each, that was there for the guy with the lowest number. No. 26, I think it was, and he got the money "to buy a...
by | May 28, 2010 | Stories
It’s been a lifelong feeling of guilt and good fortune. On that night in 1969 I camped out by the TV waiting for my number to come up. I fell asleep waiting. I woke up to a ringing phone and my sister congratulating me on pulling number 325. I drove to the...
by | May 17, 2010 | Stories
I grew up in North Carolina and graduated from high school in 1966. The local draft board assured me that I had four years of deferment for school, and that I could use the four years to complete undergrad school in three years and then get in one year of...
