At home, millions of Americans tuned in to watch the high-tech sequel to The Living Room War. Washington fought euphoria, and the nation, swallowing its misgivings, rallied ‘round the commander in chief. But there was foreboding, too–an intuition that this war, like Vietnam, would sooner or later go horribly wrong, or that the Scud missiles crashing down on Tel Aviv were omens of some larger Armageddon. In the chill wastes of Saudi Arabia, the troops of Desert Storm waited for the great land battle that seemed all but inevitable. Barring a miracle, they knew, the true face of war would be revealed in terror and blood.
