“We came in two cars.” His mother wiped tears away as she looked at him, grabbed him again, pulled him to her. She was short, coming up only to his shoulders. He winked at his friends over her head. “Your friends came in their own.” Josephine Pisano sniffed. Some strangers were glancing at them. She humbly offered an explanation. “My son. He’s just back from Viet Nam.” She hugged him again, then said, “I think Uncle James wants to ask you about Jimmy.”
“Oh yeah,” Tony said to Jimmy’s father. “I saw him last month up by Gio Linh. He’s doin great. He loves it there.”
“I know,” Uncle James said, concerned, sad. “He sent a letter saying he’s going to sign up for another tour. Isabel’s worried he’ll bring home a Viet Namese woman.”
“Aw, that wouldn’t be so bad,” Uncle Joe said from behind To
