I was eligible for the 1972 lottery and my number was 336.
I remember the history teachers tracking it on the black boards in the common room. All the seniors would duck in on their way to class. About lunch time I knew I was safe. 
A good friend of mine had heard that and was scared shitless when he drew a very low number. He was prepared to drive all over California to find a guard unit that would take him because Santa Barbara was supposed to be totally stacked with rich kids. He went down the street to the Santa Barbara office and was signed up within an hour.
54 :eek:
I still remember when the Gulf War started (when I was 10) my dad telling me that if they started the draft, he was going to move me to Canada. I don’t think he was joking.
I am confused how to read this table. According to it, my father’s number would have been 222, and the highest number called was 195 – but he was called up. He didn’t serve; he was bounced from the medical review. But he was definitely not a volunteer.
I was 82. Was even classified as 1-A for a short time when my college didn’t fill in the paperwork for my student deferment. By the time I graduated, though, the war was winding down.
(The linked chart didn’t apply to me; mine lottery was a couple of years later)>
I was born in '86, but had I been born 16 years earlier I’d be 333. What’s funny is I originally looked at the wrong date and saw 011 :eek:
Too young to have served, but my number would’ve been under 50 on the linked chart. And my family is a long way from being politically connected. So, I’d have volunteered and tried to crush whatever the equivalent of the ASVAB was back then. Hopefully, I could have followed what my dad ended up doing during that time, and ended up doing something technical and far away from people who wanted to shoot me. Of course, since the military is the military, I probably would’ve ended up in the Cav, carrying an M-16, and walking through some garden spot like the Fishhook…
They had a new lottery for every year and they got to a different number in different years too. Was that his year?
They stopped the draft the year before I turned 18, but the 1970 table has me at 170. Just low enough to have made me a bit nervous had the war still been going on full tilt.
He was lucky, but it also depends on the year. As the war wound down in 1971-72 and troops were being withdrawn, it coincided with those guard enlistments expiring and more openings happening.
240 for me. I partied hard that New Year’s Eve when my year of eligibility had rolled by.
003! I would have been fucked! Luckily I’m a female born in 1990. 
- Luckily for me I’m female, Canadian, and too young to have been eligible. Triple play!
89 - and I didn’t have to look it up. Not a number I will forget.
257
Still got classified 1A in 1970 two months after I recieved my inactive commission in the Navy as an Ensign. My appeal was denied as not a good reason.
My lottery number was 93. (Since I was born in 1951, my lottery was the following year to the one shown in the link.)
If I hadn’t had a student deferment, that number was low enough that I almost certainly have been drafted. By the time I graduated in 1973 and became 1-A, they were taking so few that my number was high enough that I never got called.
100, so yeah
- Fortunately, I also am Canadian and too young.
Toward the end of Vietnam, there was also the College Deferment, which meant that as long as you were enrolled fulltime and pursuing a degree, you couldn’t be drafted until you’d graduated. A lot of people hoped that Vietnam would be over by that time. Bill Clinton was one of those.
The Coast Guard had all the volunteers they could use, too.
I pulled a 249 in '72.