“It was Operation Cedar Falls,” Mike Sulsona recalled as he stared absently out the window of his mother"s fifth floor apartment in their Hell"s Kitchen apartment. Johnny had heard it referred to as the thousand-mile stare, a look that battle weary Vietnam vets would get when they looked into the abyss and all its terrifying memories. “January 8th, just a few weeks ago, isn"t that something?”
“I don"t want to insult you by saying that I know how you feel,” Johnny managed as he sat on the armchair in the tiny bedroom. A torn, blood-stained American flag adorned the wall behind him, along with a Silver Star and a Purple Heart.
“We got sent into the Iron Triangle, this sixty-mile area between the Saigon River and Route 13,” Sudsy sucked on a Lucky Strike as if it was the last source of sust
