No time for aging Sixties hippie draft dodgers here.
My draft number was “9” and I went. Screw Guthrie and his Stalinist commie old man.
Thank you for your service. By the time I turned 18 the draft was winding down, so I never got called. Still like this song though.
My husband’s draft # was 8 so he enlisted.
It says he was rejected, not that he dodged. I do not know the details.
The lottery was at Christmas, 1969. One of the first things coeds used to ask about a new guy was his number. We would want to know if he was going to be around for a while. My college boyfriend’s number was 42. He was never drafted. Thank you for your service.......I hope you were treated decently when you returned home so many years ago.