Narrator/Adult: They say men are children, but sometimes children are men; maybe that's where the confusion lies... All I knew was that night the world seemed suddenly very big and I felt very small, so I did what I could...... 1972 was a crazy time. Kids played football, drove cars, went to school, celebrated life; while soldiers, heroes, their brothers struggled to find their way home from war; and young boys watched and grew wiser in their dreams.

Narrator/Adult: Like most of my generation, I was dealing with bigger concepts than school-work. Concepts like... inter-conference war.
Kevin: What's this about?
Paul: Are you kidding? The homecoming game against the Owls this weekend. It's only the biggest event of the whole year...
Kevin: Oh...
Narrator/Adult: Paul Pfeiffer. Class president...civic booster...
Paul: Up a little bit on the left.
Narrator/Adult: Naturally, I was proud of him.
Kevin: Come on, Paul - loosen up. I mean, it's just a game. What's the big deal?
Paul: "What's the big deal?" I'll tell you what the big deal is...It's those stupid Owls. They stole our knight!

Narrator/Adult: Things were happening. Things that mattered.
Wart: Hey, Wayne!
Narrator/Adult: Things that made men out of boys.
Wayne: What's up?
Wart: Hey, hey, man!
Norma: David! Look at you!
Jack: Wart! Heh-heh. It's good to see you!
Wart: It's good to be back.
Norma: Look at all those medals. Were you wounded?'
Wart: Ah, it's nothin' really.
Wayne: Yeah, Mom - he's fine.
Wart: Yeah!
Narrator/Adult: It was awesome. Wayne's pal, Dave Wirtshafter had left for Viet Nam a goofy kid...And he came back...a hero.
Jack: So...Was it bad?
Wart: Well, you know...(to Kevin) Hey, man! You haven't changed a bit!
Kevin: Yeah! well, uh....I got my driver's license! On the first try.
Wart: That's great!
Kevin: Yeah...
Jack: Well...we're all very proud of you, son. Very proud.
Wayne: Yeah! And hey! I got a new room in the basement. It's really cool - you wanna see it?
Wart: Yeah, sure!
Wayne: Alright!
Narrator/Adult: But this much was clearer...While the rest of us were playing with Tinkertoys and riding bikes, this guy had been there, earning his stripes, taking risks.

Guy 1: So, what was it like?
Guy 2: Was it scary?
Wart: Well, you know...it wasn't really much.
Wayne: Are you kiddin'? This guy was everywhere! Tell em, Wart.
Wart: Well, I spent a little time in *Ple Ku*, and *Kwan Tri*...And I spent a little time down in the delta. Hey, but I did my R and R in Hong Kong. Hah, that was somethin'!'
Wayne: Yeah, that was somethin'. There was this place...
Narrator/Adult: Look at that. You'd think he'd been driving a tank...instead of pushing a mail-cart.
Guy 3: So did you kill anybody?
Wart: What? Uh, no. Nothin' like that.
Wayne: Yeah? What are you talkin' about? It was nothin' like that. OK, everybody - show's over. Heh. ye, bye now. Have fun. Don't forget your homework. Don't stay up too late. Tell your sister I say hi.
Wart: Hey, you know, I was thinkin'...Maybe I ought to change out of my clothes. Get in to my civvies. Right?
Wayne: Yeah, alright. And I'll pick you up tonight - we'll go to the game.

Kevin: God.
Wayne: Wart?
(Wart is sitting on a bench alone in his underwear)
Wayne: Wart?! Wart, whatchya doin', man?
Wart: Nothin'.
Wayne: Hey, man...it looks like you lost your clothes...
(Wart is crying)
Wart: I know. Nothin' seems to fit anymore.
(Wayne removes his shirt and hands it to Wart)
Wayne: Here ya go...Wear mine.
(Wart stands and hugs Wayne, crying)
Wayne: It's OK. It's OK...