This is the best thing you'll read this week.
By Henry Allen
April 17, 1979
Style, Washington Post
ADAMS, Ind.
One sullen afternoon in April, a plump little girl walking a dog spots Pfc. Robert Garwood, USMC, who is just home from Vietnam. She's heard all about that.
Garwood is smoking a cigarette in front of his daddy's trailer, his eyes winced up, his shoulders hunched inside a blue-gray vinyl jacket as if a cold wind were blowing, as if the air itself were acid.
"That was the grocery store, across the street there," he is telling a companion. "The Pepsi sign is still on the wall around the corner. The whole town used to congregate here on summer evenings. . ."
Beyond the Vietnamese accent whi…
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