Leo played until 2 AM. He stormed through the jungle, called in naval gunfire, and wept when a scripted death took his squadmate, Pfc. Jimmy Sullivan. For six hours, the war was real, and the physical world—with its scratched discs and little brothers and empty wallets—had no power over him.
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