Photography has always been a love of mine. Since I was a child, I would sit for hours and go through all the old photos of our family. Luckily, there were several albums to keep me occupied. This particular photo is of my uncle Brad. He was an Army medic in Vietnam, which is where this photo was taken around 1970ish. I was young, around 9 years old, when he came back after several tours, but I have many memories tied to this photo. I remember how quiet he was when he came back, he was never at ease in almost any situation. He never spoke with me of the things that happened there, I was just a kid, but I could just sense how much it affected him. As I got older and started learning about the Vietnam war, I would look at this photo and think of the scenes that I would see in grainy films and photos and wonder where he was at that day and what was he doing. Had he experienced the atrocities that many young soldiers did. Visions of him sitting on a tank with CCR belting out Fortunate Son in the background filled my head as did the movies of soldiers combing through the jungles. I think about how he put his life on the line and how so many young people died only to come back and be spit on and called baby killers… Not making any political statements, just posting my thoughts on this photo. I came across it this evening while looking for a different photo and again it brought back these thoughts. It just reminded me of the power of a photograph, that 40 years later it still brought back these feelings and memories. I hope that some day I get to sit down with him and get the story behind the photo. Thanks for reading along.
p.s. I would love to see the photo’s that have stuck with you for all these years and still get you emotional 🙂