A Vietnam vet retuns to the college he left before the war and tries to put his life back together.
Psychological romance, finding ones self.
Excerpt
Friday, September 27, 1968
Pete Henning was a hippie. He wore old baggy clothes and seldom washed his long hair. He wore an Indian style bracelet and a necklace made of beads. He talked like a hippie, too, always sounding spaced out and high, which he often was.
Pete hadn't been a hippie long. I was certain of that because both of us had been discharged from the Army only months before, and you can't be much of a hippie in the Army. I was also certain he hadn't been a hippie before being in the Army because I had known him then, too, though not personally. We had been freshman in the same dorm at Middlesex College, a moderate sized school in southern Ohio. We were both drafted during the summer following our freshmen year and now, two years later, were back at Middlesex as sophomores readjusting to college life.
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