Herman, Dieter and Thomas were a lot like us, except they were students at Heidelberg University. We said we were GIs and were ashamed of it, but they treated us just like any other kids our age and asked us why we were here in Germany.
“We’re total misfits,” said Tony. “We don’t fit into America because we’re hippies. We don’t fit in the military because we hate war and challenge authority. We don’t fit into European life because we’re Americans. And we don’t speak your language. If we don’t know who we are, how can we tell you why we’re here?”
Thomas asked, “What are you looking for?”
“A way not to think about being in the fuckin’ Air Force,” said Henry.
“Yeah,” said Tim, “but for me, I don’t want others to tell me what is truth.”
“You have your own truth?” Herman asked.
“I’m workin’ on it,” Tim said.
“Well, we’re all workin’ on it best as we can, aren’t we?” Tony said. “Maybe there isn’t a single truth, you know?”
“How about you guys?” asked Henry.
“Ja, we have found the truth,” said Thomas. “It is to know that there is no truth.”