We sat nervously in the great hall of the university,
staring at the little bowl in the center of the room – it innocently sat there
with the potential to destroy all our student lives. Of our three buds, Jimmy
went up first. His nervous hand dipped into the bowl as if it might bite it
off. He looked over at us: ‘997’. Next it was Al’s turn. He rummaged to the
bottom: ‘579’. Not so good. Then it was me. I picked the number, ‘102’. “All
you with numbers below 300, go home and get ready to go to Vietnam”.
bobby stevenson 2017
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