And so, I made my way back to the the beach. All along the sandy shore, people lay soaking sun and sipping rum. It was as if they had not a care in the world. Yet, I felt distanced. It was as if I was a stranger in a foreign land. I did not fit in to this world of leisure. I stood at the rail of a beach side bar and wondered again if this would be the last time I would ever see the beach at Waikiki. For the war was raging in Vietnam. Perhaps, I should move a little farther down the beach for a final view of Diamond Head before heading out to Pearl. Perhaps, I could forget about the war for awhile.