In Oakland, CA August 1967
I went to my apt (flat). I was exhausted. My key didn't work in the lock. Some strange guy came to the door. I just had a couple of days at home. I asked for Kathe. He told me she moved.
Berkeley, CA next day
He gave me her new address in Berkeley. I found the house and knocked on the door. A girl came to the door. I asked for Kathe. She came to the door.
On that same dreary day
She said, "I moved here to get away from you." I said O.K., turned away and down the steps to my car. That was the last time I ever saw her. Behind a screen door arms folded across her chest.
She did not offer a reason. I did not ask for one.
Whatever reason she had made sense to her. It wouldn't make sense to me. I also knew that a boy had left her. A boy that no longer existed. I came back a man she didn't know.
I looked forward to fishing.
There always other fish in the sea. I returned to Germany. Four weeks later, I was sent to Vietnam again. Amid jeering throngs of people spitting and hating on me. I felt no sadness.