HEROES: No Place Like Home

A slim, boyish-looking sergeant walked last week into the shabby front room of a shack on Pittsburgh's gritty North Side. He sat down, and with grave deliberation pulled off his boots, then broke out a plug of tobacco. "First chance I've had for a good chew since I got back," he said. Technical Sergeant Charles E. ("Commando") Kelly was home.

This heart-warming moment was an instant of quiet in three days of hubbub and hero worship which began as soon as his seven brothers (six in uniform) pummeled a welcome on his back...

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