One cold night in December 1969 I sat around a table in upstate New York with five friends. We listened to a live radio broadcast of the conscription lottery of 365 birthdates as they were randomly selected to choose who would go to Vietnam. If your number was less than 195 you were likely to be called up, higher and you could ‘get on with your life.’ My draft number was 323.

Photos by: Mu Young, Matt Krumins, Barrie Hocking, Chris Liddiard and Mike Roberts