What were your feelings and thoughts when you first opened your draft notice?

I never did get a draft notice although I joined the Navy in 1966 so I wouldn't get drafted and sent to Viet Nam. Silly me though, I volunteered for River Boats after my first year off the coast of Nam. Young and dumb and full of you know what.

I never got one. I joined at the age of 17.

I never got one. I joined at the age of 17.

I am in the Marine corps , over seas over 6000 miles away and now they draft me ? Really ? LOL

I registered for the draft through the American Consulate in Munich Germany, I was an Army Dependent going to the American High School in Wurzburg. I made sure that I had been accepted into collage so I could get a deferment, I did not want to be drafted, as an Army brat I knew too many draftees. During my first year of collage they stopped the draft and after that year of school I enlisted delayed entry in the spring of '75. My Step dad was in Vietnam in '66-'67 at Cam Rahn Bay.

I received my draft notice around 10 pm, via special delivery mail. My first thought was 0 Shirt!

I got mine when I was a radio operator on an air team with 3/4 in Nam...sent them a letter advising that I was just too busy on Operation Hickory right then.
At that time my stance was the more of the mfers that we killed the fewer of us died.
My parents suffered through my brother serving with Baker 1/7 in Chosin. He made it out with a few dings. They suffered through me serving in Nam. In both of our times in they never sent us anything about the wars, just take care of yourselves and we love you

I was in Vietnam when I got my draft notice . . . so I didn't care one little bit! Although, there was no question where I would have ended up, anyway.

I received my draft notice in May of 1970; My first response was "Why didn't the President sign his name?", my second response was to the jerk my mother married who told me "I hope you get a bullet". after all that nonsense, my older brother who served in Viet Nam during 1967-1969 and I sat down and discussed stuff like tests, what to expect in BTC and how to make the best of it. He also told me if I had orders to go to Nam, he would go there in my place (we used to fight like cats and dogs when I was younger - surprised the hell out of me).
I brought my squad of inductees from the Meriden Train station down to the induction center in New Haven, and then took the battery of tests (also worked in my future MOS making duplicates of everyone's records). We were told that the marines didn't need any of us, so down to Ft. Dix for more testing and exposure to basic rules, etc. BTW, they pulled me out of rank identification class and had me work in the Company Office - I kinda needed that class that day - called my Captain "Sarge", which didn't help for the next week or so.
Since I could type more than 25 wpm, my fate was sealed well behind any lines of fighting. After basic I ended up in a Personnel Company (one of 2 draftees that never saw college) and worked on helping guys coming in on base. I worked at my MOS from day one to the day I left, not a bad gig.

In early 1965 I left school and my 2S status changed to 1A. I went to the Draft Board in Frederick, MD, and asked when I'd be notified; the answer was two weeks. I walked from the Draft Office to the Air Force Recruiter's office and said "Here I am". I held up my hand on 23 February, 1965, at Fort Holabird, MD, and took the never ending oath of allegiance to the United States. I retired in January, 1992.