The draft ended the year I was a juinor in high school much to the relief of my male classmates
however grwoing up I watched the boys in my neighborhood leave one by one for The War.
The boy next door who used to watch us when my folks went out joined the Marines - when he came home he would not leave his yard without holding his mother's hand
his best friend, who used to come and help watch us lost both arms, a leg and his sight.
The boy on the next corner who used to play ball with us didn't come back at all.
It was a terrible time.
I have two older male cousins, the one with the low draft number has such bad eyesight that he is very clsoe to legally blind and he did not pass the physical - the other one lucked out with a high draft number and was never called