Little-boy games turn into young men’s worries. How can war injure someone without leaving a scratch or bruise? Can history be right and current events still be terribly wrong? Joel’s childhood memories – playing soldiers with his pals, cheering for the Brooklyn Dodgers to finally win before they move to LA, those blue numbers tattooed … Continue reading B is for Battle Fatigue, by Mark Kurlansky (fiction) – Vietnam War battles come home