
Our class visited the Brooklyn Historical Society, which I’m sure I have passed several times and didnt realize what it was. We had the opportunity to view an audio installation piece dedicated to Brooklyn’s Vietnam Veterans. Along with audio, this exhibition uses portraits and personal belongings or artifacts from the veterans. The audio stories were triggered and heard through an overhead speaker after standing on the illustrations of foot prints.

It was interesting to hear each person tell their own stories. The experience felt very intimate as we also looked at pictures and of the veterans during their younger days in the war. We heard about their families, their experiences (whether heartbreaking or joyous) and most importantly, we had a face to go along with the story. We often hear many stories of veterans from all over the country. Many of them that sound similar. Many of them having experienced tragedy. However, we seldom are able to put a face to a story. It was almost like we got to meet these people and listen to their stories inperson. I envisioned their stories as they happened, I empathized with their feelings and as a result, I was left thinking about how their lives are affected even today. Veteran Anthony Wallace (portrait below) spoke of his efforts to contact the families of some fallen comrades. He spoke of how grateful their families were, and how blessed they also felt that they were able to have someone that lived to tell them of their son’s final moments.


I think of the many families who have loved ones die or somehow cannot be accounted for. This story in particular stayed with me because I recently for the first time in my life had to deal with my father potentially dying. Although he is well and alive today, I remember how I wasn’t by his side when he became ill and how all I wanted to know were details on his condition. These veterans, in my opinion, led extraordinary lives, yet some of them lead very normal lives today. Without hearing the stories, of today’s preachers, parents and grandparents, we would never know any of their experiences.
























