On Anzac Day I like to post on social media a list of birthdates in the national service lotteries from 1965 t0 1972. I do it because the March 1966 ballot, which was for men born between January and June 1946, includes my dad’s birthday. He was picked and he fought in Vietnam, arriving just before the Tet Offensive in 1968.
Not only is my dad’s birth date in that March 1966 ballot; so is mine. And that chills me.
