It is fairly simple to describe the actions of people engaged in the human conflagration known as war, but what are those same people thinking and feeling as they become consumed in the Deadly Dance? Does every soldier see/feel the same, take home the same baggage, react alike when they see Old Glory flying over the court house or in a parade? The author takes you on the inside of the inside of an average American 19 year old as he crosses the threshold of reality in a button-down 1967 America and finds himself ejected into a toxic atmosphere where sanity is sometimes elusive and temporary. Hang on.