For all you youngbloods, this is a special day. September 14 was the first date pulled from the hopper in the very first draft lottery during the Vietnam War.
I wasn't in it because I was a year too young. If you lost your student exemption by flunking out or being graduated you'd be in the jungle in 6 weeks. Final exams carried a little more emphasis then. So the lottery could provide a respite.
On that night we were all sitting around in the old Lambda Chi house, long before the dean of men buried us for "decades of renegade behavior," although I think he was just pissed because one of my little brothers fucked his daughter. Anyway, at some very late night hour some dude who none of us knew wandered in the front door buck naked wrapped in a giant American flag with a 6-pack stringer still holding two cans of bud in one hand. He stumbled, regained his balance, looked up at us and said, "When you're asleep, I'll be awake." Then he turned, left and disappeared back into the night.
I'm guessing he was a senior and his birthday was September 14.
I wasn't in it because I was a year too young. If you lost your student exemption by flunking out or being graduated you'd be in the jungle in 6 weeks. Final exams carried a little more emphasis then. So the lottery could provide a respite.
On that night we were all sitting around in the old Lambda Chi house, long before the dean of men buried us for "decades of renegade behavior," although I think he was just pissed because one of my little brothers fucked his daughter. Anyway, at some very late night hour some dude who none of us knew wandered in the front door buck naked wrapped in a giant American flag with a 6-pack stringer still holding two cans of bud in one hand. He stumbled, regained his balance, looked up at us and said, "When you're asleep, I'll be awake." Then he turned, left and disappeared back into the night.
I'm guessing he was a senior and his birthday was September 14.
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