There's nothing more intimidating for me than looking at empty space and writing the first words. So here goes. As many friends know, I have been writing and making images of my links to my military past; specifically war. More specifically, war in the Philippines and Vietnam. My grandfather was a survivor of the Bataan Death March in 1942. My father was KIA in Vietnam in 1967. I started to see through the haze of it all in the early 1990s.
I ask that you indulge me as I share my musings, bits from my grandfather's diary that he kept while a POW, and images that seem to come out of it all.
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