There I was the day of the draft waiting for my number, number 78, to be called. As I heard the announcer over the PA system anounce the last numbers of the day . “Numbers 77, 78, 79, and 80, please come to the from desk to receive your information papers.” As I walked up towards the front desk I noticed the other draftees walking up as well, one with an extemely nervous face, another that seemed to have a sense of patriotism and duty, and the last was crying and worried about going over seas.

I was the first to step up to the desk and show the attendant my number, she then gave my a few papers and flashed a smile and I gave a short “Thankyou.” I then walked out of the room and sat on a bench. I looked at the papers and read them carfully to be sure not to miss anything. One of the first things that I noticed on the papers is that we would be leaving for bootcamp in two weeks to the day on July 4, 2082.

The next few weeks were spent packing and preparing and the next thing I knew I was in boot camp.