First Draft Lottery Research Paper

goals, however, my Uncle Sam stepped in and made me an offer I couldn't refuse.
On December 1, 1969, the U.S. Selective Service System held a lottery to determine the order in which men who were born between 1944 and 1950 would be drafted into military service. Each day in a leap year was assigned a number from 1 to 366, the numbers were written on pieces of paper which were placed in plastic capsules, and the capsules were drawn from a glass jar.
Every man who had the birth date assigned to the first number drawn in the lottery was drafted first, every man who had the birth date assigned to the second number drawn was drafted second, and so on. No one knew how many men would be drafted in 1970, so no one could predict which lottery number
No one would deny Nickie was blunt, but he was also aware of who he was, and of what he could and couldn't control. He realized his rejections from medical school and his low number in the draft lottery represented a fait accompli.
By the end of the televised lottery, he had already made the decision to enlist in the Army. To know Nickie was to realize his word was history, and Nickie Moretti was about to become a part of the United States Army if the Army was ready for Nickie or not.
With the way my luck had been running, I expected a low number in the lottery. Unlike Nickie, however, I had no idea how I would handle this latest turn of fate.
Based on the projections of the numbers that would be called for the draft, I perceived my lottery number as a one-way ticket to Vietnam and wasn't surprised to discover military recruiters did as
The Navy recruiter, for example, inquired about my career goals. When I told him I planned to become a physician, he guaranteed me training as a hospital corpsman if I enlisted in the Navy. He further guaranteed he would personally help me find a job in a Wilkes-Barre hospital as a nurse's aide when I completed my four-year enlistment.
I asked him if a college degree and four years experience as a hospital corpsman wouldn't over-qualify me for a job as a nurse's aide. In a patronizing tone of voice, he replied the only true motivation for becoming a doctor should be the sincere desire to help people, and as a hospital corpsman, I would be helping people in much the same way I would as a physician.
Accepting this premise as true for both of us, he asked, "If you’re interested in health care and really want to help people, what’s the difference if you become a doctor or a nurse’s aide?”
The economic considerations of Medicine were never high on my list of reasons for wanting to become a physician, but in a desperate attempt to end the conversation, I replied, "About $100,000 a