My two room mates and I sat in front of a TV at the Calloway Gardens Apartments and watched while they pulled out the draft numbers in 1969. One room mate’s number was 14, the one was 17. My number never came up, the reason being that they only had the first 300 draft numbers on TV. The next day I looked it up in the newspaper and found that my number was 358.
Needless to say my room mates were not overly happy. We went our separate ways at the end of the semester. It seemed like they were kind of pissed at me. Never really had contact with them again. I never went to war. I don’t know what happened to them. That’s how I remember it – but it was a long time ago. By the way, I did go for a physical, but never got drafted.