In 1967 my brother, Gary, was sent to war in Viet Nam by the US Army. Because our parents were not well and Gary was our caretaker, I was sent to live with relatives. I rarely saw my brother again until I was grown. Discharged from the army in 1969 with a “service connected nervous disorderâ€, we later came to know his problem as “Post Traumatic Stress Disorderâ€. My pre-war brother, a normal and well-adjusted person had become, according to the US Veteran’s Administration, 50% disabled. He took his own life ten years later. Twenty-five years after his death, in an attempt to understand his life, I began to make photographs about what I learned. I managed to contact some of Gary’s wartime friends, attended a reunion of his company, discovered he had fallen in love during the war, and I twice traveled to Viet Nam to retrace Gary “footsteps†using his photographs and letters to serve as my guides. The story continues to unfold.
