50 Years Ago Our Best Friend Was Sent to Vietnam. The Luck of the Draw Still Haunts Us.
The three of us grew up on the same street in The Bronx. Then I found a way out of the war, Frank narrowly escaped, and Stevie was lost to history.
The three of us grew up on the same street in The Bronx. Then I found a way out of the war, Frank narrowly escaped, and Stevie was lost to history.
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