In 1967 my brother, Gary, was drafted into the US Army during the American War in Vietnam. Because both of our parents were ill and Gary was our caretaker, I was sent to live with relatives and never saw my brother again for years. He arrived in Qui Nhon, Vietnam on my eighth birthday.
Discharged from the army in December of 1969 with a ?service connected nervous disorder?, he came to know his problem as ?Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?. My pre-war brother, a normal and well-adjusted person had become, according to the Veteran?s Administration, 50% disabled. He took his own life ten years later.
Thirty-five years after his death, I discovered among his belongings, a memo pad that revealed the names and addresses of his wartime friends, some of whom, I have managed to contact. Traveling to Vietnam in 2007 and 2008, I used Gary?s letters and photographs to retrace his ?footsteps? to witness the physical area that ?framed? his visits to the frontlines and to uncover the mystery of his life and death.
In titling this series, ?My Brother?s War?, I make reference to the other families worldwide who have lost and are presently losing loved ones in war.