“Like the rain, once again I return late, but not too late. So I set to sprinkle a few misspelled, mispronounced words into trickles which are supposed to be sentences but fail most of the time. These come together to make streams, or paragraph, but instead turn into a rampage and make little sense. As you can see from the above.”
In To Lenorah, With Love, we discover letters between a son stationed in Germany during the Vietnam War and his mother. These letters trace the journey of an American soldier from a small West Texas town to the U.S. Army. Photos show post-war Germany and show some of the damage, reconstruction, countryside, and life.