Not all the casualties of the Vietnam War are on the black wall in Washington or in the V.A. register. America sent its wide-eyed youth into Indochina to fight a war that was nothing like a John Wayne movie. Those who came home were changed forever … and would never be who they once were. The children of the forties and fifties became the walking wounded of a war that had no end. Harry Gooding never quite made it all the way home. Harry Gooding was one of those young men who went to war. He was a mechanic, a crew chief, a maintainer of ancient aircraft. In Laos, in civilian clothes, without ID or passport, Harry Gooding fixed and flew the airplanes of America’s secret war. At twenty years of age, Harry fell in love with the ephemeral Dang and his life was forever altered. By the workings of an unseen spirit, Harry Gooding would find himself back at the edge of the Mekong. After eighteen years of agony, he could finally confront the demons of his youth.