Coming Home

I was tired, finished. I just wanted it to be over. ‘It’ being my life at that moment. At the beginning of June 1968, I was not only finished with college but also deeply depressed. I was mentally exhausted and struggled through my final classes physically appearing only as much as necessary. Most of my time I spent lost and wandering inside my head. I faced the prospect of soon being drafted into the army and probably sent to Vietnam to participate in a war I…