it felt i can liao -- like the end of the world for richard leftie leffler. leffler was 18. he had no idea what was going on. he had never heard of tet or hue, which he pronounced hue instead of hue. he now knew nothing of ho chi minh. he could not kind r find vietnam on the map. and this was just something he was obliged to fight. months earlier he had been a tough guy, small, scrappy or and tough so he thought. he was from a town by philadelphia the land rises steeply from the schylkill river. he was too young for a union job and too rambunctious and unruly for school. his father didn't work, he drank. with a blood of six his mother had more than she could cope with. leffler ran wild. he discovered that a boy didn't have to be big to win a fight, just willing. the key was to fear painless than the other guy. this gave him, despite his size, a swagger in his neighborhood. life had been shaping up just fine until the local magistrate, a barber, eid the is yourly teen dragged into his shop by the police between umpteenth time, with a snip of the scissors, you again, you have